The Fluffies

My fluffies are a complete and utter joy. For one thing, they are ridiculously cute. I mean it, they are really cute. Secondly, they are full of energy and personality. The little one is a ball of life. She loves everyone on sight and would happily spend hours licking your face if you let her. My bigger girl is a little more leery. She sits back and watches and only enters the action when she feels comfortable.

Friday night my nephew and I decided to take them to Galveston. We waited and arrived after 6 in the evening. We kept them on leashes as we walked to the water. We slowly stepped into an inch or two of water to see how the dogs would react. They walked cautiously into the warm water. The larger one stopped and then dropped exposing her entire stomach to the warm water. By the time the little one followed suit she was rolling and drenching herself in water and dirty sand. The little one tried, but wasn't so pleased.

From that moment on my big girl couldn't get enough. She ran and chased waves and seagulls. Her head nearly spun off turning to catch everything. Her usually silent tail wagged away. Her sister chased behind not wanting to miss the fun, but still not managing to catch any of it. We managed an hour then had to leave. The ride home was extremely gritty, but wonderful. The fluffies were exhausted and we were so glad they had a great time.

They've been moping for the last 2 days. I just realized its because my nephew is gone. The girls had gotten used to having him around to play with them. I took them for a walk around 8 tonight hoping the weather would have sufficiently cooled. I was wrong. I hadn't gone a block when the sweat came in. The girls were breathing heavy by block 2. Still we managed to do our regular walk.

A couple of blocks from our house I noted someone walking towards us. I stared at him trying to figure him out. He was in long pants and a heavy flannel shirt. I figure he was a homeless person as he carried the requisite various plastic bags, but I wasn't sure he wasn't just walking from the nearby store. His face was so red, in the twilight and distance I really couldn't tell, but it almost looked like it was painted. I watched closely, looked down at the girls and when I looked up he was gone. I looked around, but couldn't see him. As I passed an empty house I peeked down the driveway and saw a movement. The guy was standing behind the house waiting for me to pass. He ducked behind the house when he saw me looking. I walked a ways then turned to see if he had emerged. There was no movement. As the girls and I walked on I kept looking back, but never saw him again. I wonder if he's living in the empty house.