the lake is shallow, one of the two centennial lakes left from the 1876 fair. An old man, with a nice strap hat, dressed well, but informal, was sitting on the lip, looking like he was a jumper.
but it was only a three foot drop and the water maybe 5 to 8 inches deep.
I started past, but my curiosity make me turn right and circle back,
I came close enough to see a dog standing out of reach broken through the ice, standing facing us.
"how long has he been there?"
Yo, come on boy, yo, we called an sweet talked and tried to reach but he was just beyond my finger tips.
I took the leash from the man and made a slip noose and just got lucky, with it going over his head,
and it was simple from there.
pulled him in, hefted him up.
I did not let him go. I love dogs. I just rub him and squeezed him, rubbed his paws and he wormed loose and had a funny smile, happy and guilty.
I went on for the rest of my light snow ride, just an easy spin on the sscx. I swung by to say cheers to Haydn, Despite his place in life, things, I don't know, we not so bad?
He looks out over a highway.
a fire, a new book to start, Dylan Thomas, I have not read anything by him so keeping up with my Welsh kick, he is in the fold. Its a - "Portrait of the Artist as a a Young Dog".
warm toes, good spirits, big smiles today!