Pirata's Stories

One Tired Pup

Yesterday I had my friend (whose name happens to be Dirty - another story for another day) drive my dogs and I to what I suspected was a park about 3-4 miles from my apt. The plan was to explore and walk back, meeting him at my apt later. Well it WAS a park after all!

It started as a small path that led under a bridge an into a bike path and along a golf course. Then it twisted around the jackie robinson expressway.

Then I got a little lost and had fun with my lack of direction and wandered my way into some woods. Yes, I found a wood trail! Amazing.

My white poodles an I were slowly becoming grey/brown. We got filthy. It was great.

Then we fell out of the trail onto a basketball court?

Then a random man on a bike (who I saw on the trail a ways back and waved hello/good day/howdy to) was there too. He asked how to get to some place and I surrendered the fact that i had no idea where I was. He got out a big map and helped myself and him find our location and direction. I felt silly because I can do this with a touch of a few buttons with my iPhone but the longer this guy spent with his map out, feeling really useful and great, the more foolish I felt that I had such a contraption hidden. If it rang I would’ve died. I let him continue to feel like be was helping me because I think it made him happy.

He walked with me a little and then gave me his card. He’s  a journalist for the New Yorker. How random.

Then my dogs and I went back into the woods and came out on the right end (haha) and walked home caked in grime but happily trotting along, happy to be back in society as the sun vanished.

I washed my pals, freeing them from all the grit and grime of our Brooklyn-Queensadventure. We must’ve been out for almost 3 hours. I took this photo with my phone as we are all about to end our saturday, warm and clean and smelling nice.

(originally written 8 February 2009)