Dogs are the best part of the day.

It has been a tiring, long week this week. Lots of weeks seem to be. When does that stop? The dogs come to work, but sit neglected in their dog pen or on the deck. Although I don’t think they care. They nap. I work.

We walked out to the big field on the coast for a short walk in the evening on the way home. It’s windy out there, always is right there on the bluff. The grass is small dog height, and blows in even waves. It’s loud from that wind. The north coast is hard on the ears. One narrow track runs through the center. I just sat down there, in the middle of the path, and stayed there for a while, down low to the dirt where the wind blows less strong.

The dogs thought this was funny. Who sits down in the middle of the field? The field’s for running in. Not walking, running. Certainly never sitting. Otterpop found me a tree branch somewhere, like that would help. Maybe I just needed a stick.

I appreciate the gesture. Dogs are awesome. When I finally got up, I made everybody lay down. All in a row. Path so thin they had to pile up in a clump. I walked out pretty far, almost towards where it turns and starts to meander through the scrub brush.

“Ready?”

“READY?” Had to yell loud. That wind.

“OK!” And off I ran. As fast as I could, into the brush. Dogs all leap up and try to chase me as fast as dogs go. We run until I don’t have no more running. Well, maybe I do, but I just didn’t want to use it.

Best part of the day.