For the last few weeks my morning and evening walks with Shiva have looked a lot like this:
Sometimes, they’ve even looked like this:
Yep, that’s a real photo I took of Shiva this morning. Can’t you see her standing on one leg while juggling three sticks? No? Dang.
It’s only a few more months until the mornings start getting lighter again but I know the time is going to drag. This is always the time of year when I have to start going through my photo stash to find good pictures to use in blog posts. I can only show so many shots of blurry black nothingness before my credibility as a professional photographer crashes and burns.
One of the most awkward consequences of dark walking is dark scooping. It’s so hard to see poop on the ground when I can barely see two feet in front of me. I have to blindly flail around and hope for the best. A flashlight might help prevent some of the nastier accidents. I am sure I’d only look slightly insane holding up a penlight while groping in the bushes.
The things they don’t tell you before getting a dog, eh? If I’d known ahead of time all it entailed I wouldn’t have bothered maintaining an aura of normalcy for so long. I could have just acted completely nutty from the start. All that time spent brushing my hair wasted…