Pre’s Trail, Eugene

So here’s the thing:   in my recent research travels I came across a scholarly criticism of the Disney Studios which argues that the idealized Disney dogs set up a false–nay, dangerous!–expectation for children, who, when they grow up and consider dog ownership, go in search of this unattainable dog. Conclusion: the real dogs suffer as a result of this disillusionment. Lady and the Tramp? 101 Dalmatians? I argue that they only promise wacky hijinks unless one implements an appropriate spay-neuter program. The benighted Old Yeller? Vaccinate or expect heartbreak. I don’t count Goofy.

Cat poop consumed: yes

 

Pre’s Trail, Eugene

L. didn’t recognize the dog park when we passed it by Autzen Stadium. Familiar places do look different when you’re on foot. And there are secret things in Alton Baker Park that you can’t see from a car. Also too when you’ve accidentally run farther than you ever have before because the bark paths are so forgiving and there’s a loop so you might as well, and plus it’s raining and not more than 33 degrees, then something shifts in your perceptors. What do you think is more incredible, that you’re running sans drama with your dog or that you’re running with me? L. asked. This from the guy who cracked a beer and rolled a cigarette as soon as we got back.