He got "stuck" a time or two, as did Rolex, where they switched leaders and supported each others fears. Your turn to go out front--oh no, I insist. They are quite a pair out there.
This is when things really started to get interesting. Harley has always been braver in the woods than on the roads. That's where he sees all sorts of scary things--sailboats under tarps, greenhouses (with pumps running!), ducks (even Rolex gave them a careful eye), chickens sitting under dryer vents, a pen of fowl, and a pair of broad-winged hawks flying perilously close overhead, calling "Keer, keer, keer".
It all was enough to make the birthday boy become Mr. Prancypants.
Harley could definitely do better on the roads, but I'd really like drivers to use more caution and sense. As he jumped sideways at the chickens, a lady approaching slowed down, a little, but his jump made her realize that she needed to REALLY slow down. I waved my arm at a few people, signalling this, yet they totally blew me off and didn't let up on the gas at all. What is wrong with these drivers?
|A view from the rear, and Rolex's ear tips|
It was even warm enough today to give them both a bit of a warm-water sponging to get rid of the sweat. Harley only had one attempted turn back, but John got him back on track. "Oh spinner man, where you gonna run to?" was my song of choice for him today. Rolex felt sparky and wanted to pass Harley on the home stretch, but like a little kid, she gets sidetracked. She wanted to stop and check out the goats, while Harley would rather run past them, with his eyes closed! It will be nice when the trails are clear again.