Have you ever heard it said, that dog owners start looking like their dogs, and their dogs like them, after living with each other for a long time. That's about the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard of. Here is a picture of my wonder dog Pitty, as you can see there is zero resemblance
Speaking of dogs, my sister, Dawn, ended up in ER this weekend from a dog bite, on a bike trail. All the owner could say was I'm surprised she's only bit somebody once before. This is one of my PET peeves. Owners are required to keep dogs on a leash, this is seldom the case. Dogs often lunge at me on the trails. I carry two strategies for dealing with dogs. Strategy 1 is I carry two dog treats, I try to talk to the dog first, firmly, and offer a dog treat to them Strategy 2 is when I am country riding, I pack pepper spray, I leave it up to the dog which one I use. So whatz it gonna be girl?
My papa, born on July 25th, 1924, if you do the math you will see he is 86 years old. Is still working, giving tours to the local museum, which he loves to do. Still excersiing, still walking 3-5 miles at a crack, still swinging on a swing and enjoying life. As I always say take time to play. I stole these pictures from my sister she just took pops to Colorado for a little R&R.
So do what ya gotta do, and then play the hardest, life is too short not to.