What it Shwas Suzi McDonough
I'm Suzi. I live in suburban Mpls/St. Paul, and spend my days working in graphic design and sales. I suddenly find myself caught up in the First Day to 5K, a podcast running program that should have me ready to run a 5K race in October or so. My fridge is filled with organic stuff these days, because I've just started learning about what sorts of dastardly things are done to our food in this country, and it's pretty horrifying. My awesome family includes The First Baseman and a couple of daughters, Rose and Kelly, who are just about grownups. I love the ocean like it's my religion and try to visit it a couple times per year. The girls and I are on a constant quest to change The First Baseman's mind about stuff, like getting a dog and letting me use his name when I blog about him. I see as much theater as I possibly can, and I am the last remaining Minnesota Timberwolves fan. Look for me in section 126.

 


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Sunday, October 5, 2008

I have a new friend. Him's name is Wexler.

Tonight I was working on a little project at the computer, and I heard a dog barking. I rarely hear a dog barking, because our neighborhood dogs just bark enough to get let back in the house, usually. When the bark bark barking went on for more than a few minutes, I started to think that perhaps there was a puppy in distress, and perhaps I could rescue that guy.

Turned out it was a dog in the yard of my kitty-corner-behind-me neighbor, and I'm embarrassed to say that I don't even know them. I spoke with them after a particularly dastardly storm once, when we were all outside observing the post-storm carnage, but I think that's the last time.

So the dog was tied to a tree, bark bark bark bark barking, and I didn't know if he was friendly or not, so I didn't approach him. Instead, I rang the doorbell, reintroduced myself, and asked if I could take their dog for a walk. And they said yes I could take him for a walk! He is just visiting, and that is probably why he was not pleased to be left outside while his people socialized inside.

Wexler is a baby dog who is half golden retriever and half poodle, so you can just imagine the level of cute I was dealing with here! Adorable, off-the-chart cute. He was every bit as pleased about going for a walk with me as I was about going for a walk with him, even when it started to rain a little. He was surprisingly polite on his leash. When he started to get too rambunctious and pull, I stopped and waited for him to stop pulling before I started walking again. I learned that on TV, on the National Geographic special about the outfit that rescued all of Michael Vick's dogs, and Wexler picked up on it within about 3 minutes. Such a good boy!

I returned him after about 45 minutes, and I think he must be nice and tired, because he hasn't barked once! I'm thinking that maybe I'll make a project of listening for barks, then volunteering to walk the offender. It's one way to get my dog fix, and it's more fun to run with a dog than with a box cutter, like I usually do if I run after dark.

So…anybody else in Burnsville/Apple Valley have a dog I can take for a walk?

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