It was a gorgeous weekend here — blue skies, yellow leaves falling off trees, sunshine, snow on the peaks. It was so gorgeous that even though we’d done a nice hike early in the day, I couldn’t stay home yesterday afternoon so I took Raymond for a little bike ride.
It’s our newest trick — I get on the Happy Bike with Ray on the leash and off we go. He runs alongside with that rocking-horse run that really happy dogs get. The trick though, is that I need to keep reminding him to “be careful” and to “watch out” because he has a tendency to drift out in the way of the front wheel, and that could be disasterous for all of us.
Sometimes I sing to him to keep him paying attention. So there we were, cruising down Clarke Street (I live between Lewis and Clarke — by the Yellowstone river — clever, eh?) and I was making up words to the tune of Mr. Roger’s theme song — singing to “Mist-er Ray-mond, Mist-er Raymond” when I look up and there are two very bemused people working in their garden. They waved, I waved, and off we went, singing about what a beautiful day it was in our neigborhood — yes, I felt like the biggest dork on earth, but somewhere I’m sure, Mr. Rogers himself was very pleased.