Enforced Secret Joy #15 – Things I See While Walking The Dogs

Because I have such an albino’s reaction to direct sunlight (screams that shatter glass two counties away), and because Basil and Ginger Puppy feel it is their God given right to bark bloody murder at any other canine that crosses their path, we do our morning walks at the ungodly hour of 6am. Usually, I’m an unfortunate morning person, but there have been days where I come to consciousness at the end of two leashes while Dasher and Dancer prance their way through the hills of Los Feliz. God Bless Benedryl, did I mention that?






There are killer steps to climb.


















There are unusual mailboxes.


















There are nice landscapes (somewhat marred by power lines, and I’m sure there’s a way to Photoshop them out, but I’m not that smart. Yet.)




And there are houses with patios that I dream of owning. Maybe I don’t even need the house. Just this patio would be fine.

Dear God, thank you for early morning walks. Thank you for giving us such pretty things to look at while we avoid direct sunlight. Thank you for Basil and Ginger Puppy, even though they think the ultimate goal of the walk is to yank my arms out of their sockets. I’m sure they would take it all back if you decided to grant them human consciousness. Thank you for this housesitting gig, thank you for me not working so I can write all day. Thank you for dreamy patios, and even if I never sell a script to buy one of my own, thank you for letting me see this one. And thank you for the owner of said dreamy patio not being a morning person, as they probably wouldn’t have appreciated me sticking my camera through their gate to get the shot. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Amen.