Saturday was such a beautiful sunny day that Mr F and I threw away our long list of errands, and took our Prince of dogs for a hike in Runyan Canyon. We weren’t the only one’s to think of a hike. The parking lot was full, so we had to park on Mulholland Drive.
Thanks to the good rains this winter the hillsides are green, and filled with many varieties of wildflowers, but we couldn’t stop and enjoy the scenery when every darn dog had to greet our princely pal by personally smelling his beautiful behind. The sniffing and greeting ritual is something us dog owners normally ignore, but not this time because our poor fellow had surgery on his bum on Friday: the vet removed a “growth” that I honestly thought looked like a ‘pimple’ (but if a vet says it must come off, it comes off).
Mr F who held the leash, tried to enjoy the walk, but was kept busy shoo-shooing the other bloody dogs away from our poor fellow’s sore bum, and after a while it became more irritating than funny. Dogs just have to smell each other’s behinds, and wont be pushed off.