No ride this morning. I need to get the travel trailer for this weekend. I may do that early this afternoon after the lunchtime meetings, and then ride in for the afternoon stretch.
I used to let my dog run in the wilder sections of the trails. About a dozen years ago my old dog trotted up to a family with a pitty. It felt threatened and it picked her up by the neck and shook her. She suffered permanent neurological damage, couldn't walk too well the rest of her life and couldn't stand up on tile or hardwood. So I don't any more. And now I have a house, and don't need to walk them twice a day. But it means the dogs we have now are not serious about coming when called, because it seldom happens. They think "come" means "play tag." And also now, around here, those sections may be inhabited by desperate people. So I never can, even where it is permitted.
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."