This was not "the dog"
I didn't have a camera with me at the time.
(This dog will have to do as a stand-in.)
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I didn't have a camera with me at the time.
(This dog will have to do as a stand-in.)
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When we are really training hard for something in particular there is noting better then looping around the Island multiple times. This was the case when a friend (Ann) and I were looping around the Island three times. The net effect from this ride is about 90 miles and 9,000’ of climbing.
About halfway through the ride we wanted to stop at Battleground Park for a bathroom break and to refill water bottles. It was a very cool surprise to find the horse-show going on when we arrived. In addition to all of the cool riders and horses—there were a lot of great food booths—which we sampled most of.
It was about this time when our blood sugar was bubbling happily after all the food and our stomachs were telling us to lay in the warm grass—but our heads were telling us we needed to keep on peddling.
The scene of all these elegant horses and riders also included a lot of horse crap everywhere. Inevasible I suppose. We were just lounging around in the sun trying to make the next move—when out of the corner of our eyes we saw a pretty dignified guy with some kind of a smallish dog pulling the guy on a very tight leash. Really looked like the dog was walking the guy. Ann was talking with this guy about the horses—and the dog—and the guy was going on and on and on about this special breed and the demeanor and the characteristics and who knows what else. It was sort of bla bla bla.
Then after a little while Ann asked the guy what kind of a dog it was. Immediately (as if on cue) the dog jumped hard against the collar and leash and landed on his target—a not too fresh pile of horseshit. I watched with horror amazement that this dog started grinding his head into the pile and eating huge mouthfuls.
I had been pretty quiet to this point—where by I answered Ann’s question by saying that this was a Shit Eating Dog. The guys face had this sort of twisted perplexed and sort of disturbed look--Ann was about to explode with laughter when I suggested we peddle on—now.
About halfway through the ride we wanted to stop at Battleground Park for a bathroom break and to refill water bottles. It was a very cool surprise to find the horse-show going on when we arrived. In addition to all of the cool riders and horses—there were a lot of great food booths—which we sampled most of.
It was about this time when our blood sugar was bubbling happily after all the food and our stomachs were telling us to lay in the warm grass—but our heads were telling us we needed to keep on peddling.
The scene of all these elegant horses and riders also included a lot of horse crap everywhere. Inevasible I suppose. We were just lounging around in the sun trying to make the next move—when out of the corner of our eyes we saw a pretty dignified guy with some kind of a smallish dog pulling the guy on a very tight leash. Really looked like the dog was walking the guy. Ann was talking with this guy about the horses—and the dog—and the guy was going on and on and on about this special breed and the demeanor and the characteristics and who knows what else. It was sort of bla bla bla.
Then after a little while Ann asked the guy what kind of a dog it was. Immediately (as if on cue) the dog jumped hard against the collar and leash and landed on his target—a not too fresh pile of horseshit. I watched with horror amazement that this dog started grinding his head into the pile and eating huge mouthfuls.
I had been pretty quiet to this point—where by I answered Ann’s question by saying that this was a Shit Eating Dog. The guys face had this sort of twisted perplexed and sort of disturbed look--Ann was about to explode with laughter when I suggested we peddle on—now.
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