On the hill behind my house there’s a patch of open space studded with Eucalyptus and Brume. It overlooks our little tie-dyed town. Today instead of taking a challengingly hot yoga class, I took the dog for a hike up the hill. Wado dog looked very sad this afternoon curled up in a thin line of shade—being a dog can be so boring—so I couldn’t help but to call out the words Walk Wado Walk! He ran up to me with not just his tail but his entire back end wagging, hardly looking like a 10 year old. Along the way he lifted his leg until he ran dry and sniffed every other dog’s scent. It’s easy to get up a steep hill when you stop to catch the whiff of dog sign every few feet. As you go up, the houses get pricier and the yards look professionally kept. When we were looking to buy a house my daughter had one single non negotiable request: Do not buy a house on a hill. This seemed completely reasonable and made for a much better mortgage, so we bought at the base of a hill. The family can hop on our bikes and ride into town without a climb, which I love. Still I can enjoy the hill on days like today. Just as you go into the open space there’s a clearing with a wide angle view. I was tempted to let Wado run off leash—but getting him back could prove to be nothing less than a giant nightmare. He wasn’t aware of his fleeting chance of freedom and seemed perfectly content. Just for fun I take a different way down.
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