Waking the Neighbors

14 Jul


My normal summer routine begins by getting up around 4 a. m. to air the house out and cool it down. The girls, Fiona and Lucy, both basset hounds, usually get up with me. They get potted and have breakfast, then go back to sleep while I read or knit and watch the internal temperature of the house drop.

Somewhere between 6 and 7 a.m., the girls will wake up and we go for a walk. Fiona is old,  slow and sometimes tippy, so, depending on how well she is walking that morning, we will either do the one block loop or the two block loop.

We are a comical  sight to behold. Each girl is on 6 foot leash. Lucy, younger by 6 years,  is usually way out front. I call Fiona my back seat driver because she is stretched way out back of me. I am in the middle, arms outstretched, scanning the ground. You would be surprised, and possibly horrified, at what two bassets can find to eat on a walk around one or two blocks.

Last Sunday, we were out for a typical mosey. It was earlier, closer to six that to seven, and we were doing the two block walk. We hadn’t done it for a few days, so I was being very attentive to what was on the ground. Fiona was way back, but Lucy was rather close to me, snuffling along the sidewalk as if she were on the trail of something.

My mind often wanders as I walk, and this morning was no exception, so, when I saw the tabby camouflaged in the brown grass, I was surprised and screamed, “AGH!” It was loud enough to wake neighbors sleeping with their windows open, but not so shrill they would get up and call the police. I pulled the girls hard to the left and we successfully circumnavigated the tabby. The funny thing is, both girls usually go crazy when they see a cat and bark and lunge. This time, I was the only one to react. I guess I was loud enough for the three of  us.

8 Responses to “Waking the Neighbors”

  1. cmargocs July 14, 2015 at 5:34 am #

    I can just picture the morning stillness being punctured by your cry! Hope you didn’t get any glares from those open windows.

  2. elsie July 14, 2015 at 5:47 am #

    I understand your walk with a basset. Having two on leashes would be quite the challenge. Guess outside noise is to be expected when you sleep with windows open. Glad no one dumped water on you from the window.

  3. Melissa Edmonson July 14, 2015 at 6:45 am #

    Ah, the never ending delights of walking two bassets.

  4. arjeha July 14, 2015 at 7:25 am #

    Smiled as I read this. I may be totally wrong but a picture came to my mind of you with one arm stretched out in front of you and the other stretched out behind. Never having had dogs, walking them is not something I have ever experienced.

    • Adrienne July 14, 2015 at 7:41 am #

      You are not wrong. I am often stretched like Gumby.

  5. @literatewoman July 14, 2015 at 7:45 am #

    My first dog was a basset: Sam, who I later discovered was fully named Samwise. He was my pal before I took my first steps and until I started going to Kindergarten. One of the great sadnesses of my life is that I currently don’t have the time or space for a dog, so it’s wonderful to, just for a moment, walk with you in spirit.

  6. writekimwrite July 14, 2015 at 8:10 am #

    I have the summer habit of walking my little terrier early in the morning, too. I have found there is nothing quite like the stillness and peace of a Sunday morning! So this made me smile. I love the visual of you stretched between Fiona and Lucy!

  7. Tara Smith July 15, 2015 at 3:48 am #

    The way you described your walking stance was so vivid – and I had to smile picturing it.

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