The Hill's Other Side

There are rumors I've heard in the wind.  Wild rumors about a place where we can run free, like the Gods intended.  Where we can run up to a bush or a tree without the confines of a leash and lift our legs, or squat if you're that kind.

The other night my guy walked me past the place they whisper about.  I was on the leash and he kept jerking it.  Brother, I hate that! Sometimes it's like he wants to break my neck and what am I doing?  Snorting rails of scents from the cars that whoosh past, like those moving light flashes he and the girl watch down where the sun only shines late in the day

You know those moving light flashes right?  With the horribly loud and I mean LOUD sounds.  Who can enjoy that? Sure we pretend to be asleep at their feet but we're just dreading the constant barrage of sound.  Let me have an amen.

Anyway, there we were walking past this place.  It's still just that hill that smells like coyote, sage brush and stale dirt.  You know dirt you haven't dug up yet to bury a bone?  Yeah, so my guy and I were walking along, mainly he was jerking on that dang leash and I was looking at that hill.  It's impossible.  That hill has been there since Bain was a pup.  It's as old as time and people like my guy are going to carve it into a dog park?  Brother, I have doubts.  I mean Hubert H. Humphrey was going to get people like my guy national health care back in something called the 1930's. Right?

But then, and you can't breathe a word of this, but then I was reading this piece.  Right?  Over my guy's shoulder? It was on the Patch and it said Mayor Reardon broke ground on the dog park.  

Well, sir, she did.  She broke the ground, whatever that means, but I think it means she buried a bone. Yep she buried a bone where Bain can see it.

Seriously.  We will have a place to run off leash, or so says my guy.