Monday, July 28

Dog Park Friends

This time last year we got a dog. I've posted pictures and told little strories and have even mentioned how much we love the dog park.

This is the greatest dog "toy" known to man. What I don't talk about is the people. Our dog park has the nicest coolest folks. East Nashville is know for its artsy people but what you don't hear about is its sense of community and camaraderie. While at the dog park you hang out with bartenders and attorneys and retirees and you talk a lot about dogs. You talk mostly about dogs, "Does your dog do ________?", "Have you ever tried peanut butter in a Kong (the 2nd best dog toy)?", and so on.You can spend hours comparing and laughing and learning about dogs. After months of talking about dogs you begin to learn about the people. You learn about housing problems, work problems, hobbies and other stuff. You gravitate to people like yourself b/c more than likely your dog has gravitated to their dog.

The most fascinating thing is that we all seem to learn the names of dogs but rarely the names of the owners. You can talk to somebody for weeks and know all sorts of things about their personal life but not know their names. I wonder what this says about us? Are we better able to relate when we are still remotely anonymous or are we too wrapped up with our own lives to care about learning someone else's name?

Friday, July 18

Wildlife In Inglewood

To set the scene, I live perpenticular to Gallatin Rd, a major roadway in Nashville. I am last than .2/mile from the road. There are houses on three sides of me and an apartment complex behind me with about a 1/2 acre maybe 3/4 acre of wooded area.

When I was a child, this wasn't less wooded and a horse was kept in this area but the horse was gone by the time I was 6 or 7. Before Johnders I saw snakes and rabbits nested in my backyard. Now there are no rabbits. When this morning I was pulling out of the driveway and I look on the fence of my neighbor's front yard and I think, "I didn't know he had a bird decoy on his fence." As I pull away I notice that its not a decoy its a hawk (I am guessing its the sharp-shinned hawk b/c they seem to be common at Shelby Bottoms which is close to me))! It was about 8" tall perched on his fence. I fumbled for my camera and by the time I had it he had flown away. Damnit!

I saw a hawk this morning. That has to be a good omen.