2009-05-18

Seen On Walk: Vulture Loving


Walking by the National Aviary we spotted this vulture dance. I don't think she is too impressed. But who knows what goes through the mind of a vulture. At least I think they are vultures. They might be condors.

2009-05-17

Rio Gets Treated


We took Rio to Dr. Doug last Wednesday for an acupuncture treatment. It went well until Rio shifted and stuck himself with a needle. That made him stand up. We decided to keep him standing until the rest of the needles had to come out.

2009-05-16

Reflections


This is Paula, the crossing guard's car.

2009-05-15

2009-05-10

Hangers On


Some seeds get transported to new locations by hitching a ride on a passing animal. Case in point our subject carrying some seeds to places far and wide.

Botany happens.

2009-05-09

Should we tell him?

Rio, you have some grass in your mouth, finish your snack like a good boy.

2009-05-08

At the salad bar



Rio is truly a cow dog.Here he is eating grass.

2009-05-07

On a Mission

Sancho Panza reporting here. Today my master, Don Rio Quixote took us on a mission. I do not know his purpose and he did not share with me his reasons.

After a brief visit with Paula, for a treat, Don Rio headed toward the sun rising. Actually we couldn't see the sun rise as it was quite cloudy, but no matter. We were on our quest. Don Rio next visited another crossing guard for another little treat before we continued our journey at a brisk pace. There was business to be done and Don Rio was not going to wait to do it.

We followed the border of the park until we met with Cedar. "Where shall we go?" I asked. East was the direction of Don Rio's nose. We crossed the big Cedar and headed towards the interior. I thought I should have some sustainance for the journey, so as we passed Amani's coffee shop, I stuck my head in the door and shouted my coffee order to the proprietress, Tara, who kindly brought me my order. Don Rio knew he couldn't go in, but was keenly interested in what was going on inside. Tara was duly sniffed.

We continued our journey south. We crossed East Ohio and headed into another interior. Just as we had to make a decision whether to go left or right, I spied some friends who were in their car getting ready for their own journey. Do Rio was eager to get going so we kept our pleasantries to a minimum.

We met up with Cedar again and turned towards the river. But the interior was beckoning Don Rio so we headed back into the interior. When we could go no further because someone had built a highway in our path we decided to head back to Cedar on a different road. This road led us to a Giant Eagle where Don Rio received some admirers who thought he looked most noble.

Our mission continued westward until we came to the post office where Abraham Lincoln once stopped. I was thinking we were heading home, but Don Rio indicated that we must head towards the river. As we made our way down to the river I spied some bunnies. Don Rio could smell them and they smelled very interesting.

We were alone as we walked along the river. It was much too early for most people to be on this promenade. No matter. Don Rio thought it smelled interesting. It was time to do more business and to pass yesterday's grass.

We passed the home of some Pirates and then some Steelers. We turned at a building where great scientists demonstrate their great learning. Up hill we marched until we came to a Beech. It was time to go east again until we came upon a park. We skirted the park until we crossed North towards Monteray.

A short time later we were home, ready for breakfast, our mission accomplished.




Trip Statistics
Elapsed time: 2 hours
Distance: about 4 miles
Poops: 2
Pees: 100's
Smells: 1,000's
Directions given: 2
Complements: 7
Coffee: 1
Bunny: 1

2009-05-05

Nom Nom Nom Nom - Custard

We made it over to Rita's Italian Ice on the weekend a couple of times. Rio got his custard.



All gone?

2009-05-03

Pretty in Pink


We had just come back from a walk to get some Rita's and check out the view by the river. Rio flopped in a cool spot in the back yard while Grant and I swept up petals from the path. He was supervising.