Mr. Gypsy all blurry and runny
This evening after work and before it got dark I got into my winter running attire, leashed my trusty four-legged companion, jumped in the car and drove 1/3 of a mile up the street to the dairy farm where Mr. Gypsy and I ran two very cold miles.
We ran to the prayer flags, making only about 28 million stops along the way so that Mr. Gypsy could mark and remark his territory over, and over and over again. Dang, this dog can pee! His bladder must be able to hold 5 gallons of pee. I swear, I’ve never known of a dog that can pee so friggin much. Oh well, everybody has their thing. My thing is running. Mr. Gypsy’s thing is peeing on every bush and every tree and every blade of grass too.
Mr. Gypsy taking a pee for the upteenth time
Well, it was a very, very cold run. The temperature during the run was 35 degrees and its incredibly windy too.
Here’s a short vid I took at the prayer flags with Mr. Gypsy this evening. Its windy!
We started the run at the front of the dairy farm and ran to the prayer flags and back. That’s become a favorite short run of ours during these cold days. Despite how cold and windy the conditions were it was still an amazingly beautiful run. I saw 4 great blue herons and a dozen or so great egrets. Crows were squawking? Is that what crows do? Any way, they were screaming their heads off and making a big commotion out at the dairy farm. Maybe, they were complaining about the cold. Maybe, they were complaining about Mr. Gypsy and I tearing through the dairy farm at a supersonic pace. Maybe, the crows were simply making fun of Mr. Gypsy and I for being foolish enough to be running outside on such a cold and windy day. Yep, that’s it.
Oh, its almost 6:40pm. I have to meet someone at starbucks for hot chocolate. I’ll yak atcha later, gator.
peace,
dh
12/13/2010
