Monday, December 05, 2011

Call Him Reckless

I worked from home today so I got to go out for a walk with the dog in the afternoon. My timing was a little off so we hit the bricks just as school was letting out. We ran into a lot of loud, unpredictable teens who were twisting off a little after being cooped up for hours. The last group we ran into was the calmest of them all. They were talking but in an organized, plain conversation. The weren't walking fast but they sort of enveloped us as they came up on the curb. One of them must have looked at Eddie because as soon as they got close he opened up his full freak out. As I said, these guys were fully chill, one or two of them maybe twitched a little but no one sped up or wigged out. They did laugh and talk about him. Out of the chatter came, "He reckless."

"He reckless."

I'm not sure I've ever heard anyone say anything about my dog I've loved more. That is exactly what he is. It explains almost every single thing about him.

That's my dog, he reckless.

The photo was taken by Lilybainne during my post-Thanksgiving party. He'd had enough of being polite for company and needed a break.


  1. love that. so love it. and glad it was a chill group, i find the 3pm crowds pretty unpredictable. sometimes chill, sometimes vibrating on a pretty high frequency.

  2. I love this photo. I love that reckless little guy. But I really love this photo. Makes me feel like I'm snuggled on the other side of the couch, stinky cheese and hummus for nosh, some bubbly to toast. Lovely. Just lovely.