Maggie and I took a little day trip to Yellowstone today—with a friend—he invited Maggie Rose too. Smart man.
A schnauzer with good taste and a great judge of character, Maggie is a nice pup to have around on day trips. (There have been a few times she wouldn't let men get close to me. I'm inclined to agree with her when this happens.)
So we take the Day Trip. We don't overthink, much, we go.
We had so much fun. Lord have mercy I laughed.
My friend had full control of MR, as I was crutching, and the one time I had control of her (loosely defined), she wrapped her leash around the toilet seat in one of those potty's from hell.
Addition of testosterone didn't seem to phase MR, I have to say. Not accustomed to men, as it's always been just she and I and George W, she acted like we do this every day.
Gentleman Friend dropped her leash at one point, and mainly because the clatter of the leash, she thought someone was out to get her. She was off like a shot, with GF chasing her and her retractible leash across Yellowstone (slight exaggeration😉). Doubled over laughing, watching the show, I was useless. He's finally able to stretch a long leg out and step on her leash. Safe at last. Ever since her fifteen day escapade last year she has an aversion to anyone getting near her butt. She was certain today her retractible leash was trying to attack her.
I laughed and then laughed some more. I pretty much laughed all day. You know this is good therapy, right?
It's been about two years since I've taken a 'Day Trip' of any sort. Day Trips get harder and harder to psych myself up for, as time goes by.
Do you know comfortable silence with friends, or alone? The last seven years have been spent learning to like myself, my company, not fearing silence or being alone. We felt no need to force conversation. GF and I, along with Maggie Rose, were able to enjoy one another's company, embrace quiet times, and laugh like kids other times.
When hiking to yet another waterfall, we hear 'A SSSCHNAUZER!!!'. (I've told you before we schnauzer lovers may be a tad neurotic.) This heavy-accent-southern-sounding-gentlman (from Texas we learn) was all over Maggie Rose. She took his attention in stride. His wife stood patiently by as he presented picture after picture of Hippie and Cash, their personal schnauzers. All schnauzers are adorable, Cash and Hippie being no exception. Precious, these pups, and their owners, well, they're pretty special too.
GF, carrying MR like a handbag, by her harness, we move along to our next site.
I was introduced to Bullwinkle's in West Yellowstone. The burgers are to die for, really enough for two meals, and our server was pure fun.
Bison were everywhere, elk too, along with a coyote, a beautiful coyote.
Breathing crisp mountain air centers me, relaxes me like nothing else. Maggie and I took a chance, this Day Trip thing.
We're glad we did.
Take a chance, guys, one more time.
Don’t give up, on life or on each other. We need one another.
Never quit.
Breathe.
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