I thought I might be able to make it a weekly thing of taking a walk and watching a monster movie and, of course, blogging about it. Unfortunately, TCM did not cooperate with my plans and only showed the monster movies during June.
We did go for a walk Thursday, though, and rescued a cute little dog. I guess rescued is a strong word. Helped find her way home is closer.
This was actually the second cute little dog we encountered on the loose. The first was less than a week ago. We were on German street about to cross Main when a little foxy looking dog started across from the opposite side, making straight for Tabby. I thought I had seen the dog once when I was driving by, under a nearby bush. We found the bush, but the house it was in front of looked deserted. We went to the house next door and Steven rang the bell. No one answered, but soon a lady came out of the garage.
“Do you know this dog?” I started to ask, but it was clear the question was unnecessary, as the dog ran happily up to her.
The next day we happened to walk by that house, and the little dog was on a leash.
“He won’t get away this time!” the lady called to us.
Thursday we were on Gray Street when we saw a yorkie in front of a house. She started across the street towards Tabby. We walked over so she would stay near the house she apparently came out of. This time I rang the bell which no one answered. Then we heard a voice calling from the back of the house. Angel, which we found out was the dog’s name, was less inclined to go running to her owner. She wanted to play. But eventually she went back where she belonged, and we continued our walk.
It was a good long walk. We utilized the paths over what used to be the Hydraulic Canal (not drainage ditch), which I mentioned in a previous post. As we headed back home, we passed some teenagers walking perpendicular to us.
“Bellinger Street and Bellinger Ave.,” one girl remarked. “I never knew.”
It is kind of a weird quirk of this area that we have both streets and avenues of the same name. Ilion and Herkimer both do it and I don’t quite understand why. These are small villages. Could they really not think of enough street names? Of the two, I think Ilion is worse because they do it with numbers as well as names. Come on! Numbers are infinite! Why would you need to reuse them?
This has turned into one of my longer posts, especially for being just another one about taking a walk. Well that can only be a good reflection on the area I have decided to call home. Do you suppose other places offer the same infinite variety? Try yours and report back.
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