In which Pickles Marie and I kill some time by walking around town
Pickles is doing pretty well after a little more than a week at Haiku Farm.
When she arrived at the shelter, she was covered in fleas, full of worms, lacking a bunch of hair, and desperately in need of an ovariectomy (spay). PAWS took care of all that stuff, and then gave her to us at about half the cost of all those treatments. Wow.
However, while recovering all of her former owners' neglect, and in the stressful environment of the shelter, Pickles picked up a crummy case of bordetella (kennel cough) and has been horking and snorfing for several days now. While not a serious disease, kennel cough is highly contagious...and since she didn't show symptoms at first, we didn't isolate the floofy dogs when Pickles entered the house. We expect to have a house full of phlegm very soon, sigh.
Still, life goes on. Today, the truck needed brakes, and the trailer needed tires rotated. Down I went to one of my favorite vendors: Les Schwab Tires.
Across the street from the Les Schwab store in our town is an access point to the Centennial Trail, so Pickles and I went for a walk while we waited for the guys to do their magic to the rig.
We walked the labyrinth. Well, I walked it. Pickles scampered all over it.
Salmon are also a heritage industry in our town, and it's hard to escape "fish art" around here.
to the truly stunning (below)
to the outrageously wonderful (below)
More fabulous artwork that my dog and I saw as we wandered:
Pickles and I walked a couple of miles, slowly, enjoying the sights.
Pickles enjoyed her walk on the trail.
Life. Is. Good.