It's Monday, a day of retreat for Pops. Weekends are a bit intense for him. He likes being with his friends and all but he's basically a loner, so come Mondays he can't wait for some quiet time. I'm the only who gets to hang with him when he wants to be alone, heh heh. Well, he got his wish today. The Headlands was covered - or smothered - in fog. We both love the fog. It makes everything look dreamy and softens up sound too. Pops brought his camera and while he was busy taking pictures I got to roam. He trusts me a lot more now, and I can wander off real far before he starts to whistle for me. Most times I just come back to him on my own anyway. I remember him telling me once, "If you're a good boy and come when I call, I'll let you off leash, Okay? We can have so much fun together if you're good."
Well, we had a lot of fun today - just quiet kinda fun, like, kinda moody. Lately, I've heard Pops say, many times, "Man, I can't believe it's June already!"
I wonder why he says that. Is he running out of time? Was he supposed to have done something? Every once in a while, he'd come up to me, like, right out of the blue, and give me a big hug, like he's kinda sad or somethin'. Seems more like he wants ME to give HIM a hug, or kiss him, but I just can't bring myself to do it, know what I mean? Human lips, ew! Now, his fingers, on the other hand, are real yummy. All right, enough of that.
Anyway, we had a nice time up in the Headlands. Pops calls it his church. After we got to the top of Hill 88, we ran all the way back to the car. We got into a good rhythm too! I guess his knees don't bother him any more. I was pooped by the time we got home.
