It was just another Wednesday, albeit an unseasonably warm one in northern New Jersey, as I walked my dog through the neighborhood.
The autumn leaves were a Crayola box of gold, crimson, and green, and I snapped a photo when I reached my destination: a half-mile, gravel-lined walking trail near a local park.
I tried not to think of my mounting to do list and the fact that I was sweating profusely in mid-October as I walked briskly beneath the canopy. After thirty minutes, I reached my highest level of Zen (that is to say, an almost manageable degree of panic) and headed home.
Stepping back onto paved roads, I heard a strange shuffle to my right.
I looked up, and…
There is a dog on a roof, said my Zen mind.
There is a DOG on a ROOF, said my anxiety.
There is a BLOG POST in your POCKET, said my inner chipmunk.
Now that I’ve had time to consider this sight more deeply, I’ve come up with a few possible explanations:
- He’s a watch dog for a new K-9 super breed who can fly, bend steel with their minds, and resist the smell of crotches.
- He’s trying to catch a glimpse of Canada, so he knows what to expect after the next presidential inauguration.
- Anything is better than hearing his owner complain about work. I mean seriously, how hard is it to neglect pets for a living?
- He is a she, and she’s waiting for the right stud for whom to let down her tail of gold.
What do YOU think?
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