A unique set of opportunities to be impatient goes along with the Walking the Dog culture. My three large dogs have some very strong opinions about other dogs. Their opinions can become so strong that they pose a real threat to the rotator cuff or other essential component of the human shoulder. In the best of circumstances, though, they just hopelessly entangle all of their leashes and make a ruckus, disrupting any peace and quiet to be gained from the walk du jour.
To avoid Ruckus and Entanglement, I will often just move the dogs away from the paws of others as quickly as I can. On a relatively crowded walkway, such as that along St. Joseph Sound in Clearwater, this can often involve frequent and whacky maneuvers. This evening, after Barry and I made such maneuvers to avoid a Jack Russell terrier (a.k.a. terror), we paused on a rock to catch our breath. Henceforth, said owner of said terror decided to pause his evening walk and deposit himself on a bench some short distance from us, so all dogs (J.R. terror and our three) could continue pursuing Ruckus & Entanglement to their heart's delight (and my corresponding dismay). In response to this clever move, we moved again, perching on another rock to take in the approaching sunset.
At which point, said owner arose from his bench and marched out onto the pier not a few feet away from our new perch (with said dog off leash no less) and promptly stood in the way of our sunset.
God, I am sure, is not all that patient with my impatience but seems to amuse Himself with it anyway. I know this, because out of the latest chapter of Ruckus and Entanglement complete with a good dose of my impatience thrown in for bad measure, God delivered this photograph, right to my very own camera.
A classic photograph. A Blessing in Disguise.
A true Kodak moment ... or, in my case, a priceless snapshot for my friend Cannon and I to share!
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