Walktober with Monkey ’24

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese-American writer, poet, and philosopher

I Monkey here.

It’s time for Walktober, something I look forward to as soon as it’s announced! And when Penny’s mom Dawn announced it, I was ready.

Mama picked that dumb quote up top, thinking we’d have a windy day, but she was wrong. It was beautiful — sunny and around 60 degrees — just perfect for a jaunt through my park.

St. Dallas never Walktobered here, so I thought it would be ideal to share it with you. Let’s GO!!!

Here am I, nose to the ground, trying to get Mama to hurry:

See my new harness? Mama got it for me, thinking my old one was causing bald spots and “the itchies.” I don’t know if this one’s helping, but I like it!

Mama figured you’d all like to see some trees. Why? Who knows. They’re not exactly wearing colorful dresses yet:

But you’re tired of trees, right? And this walk is all about ME, so let’s get cracking!

Here I am, checking out this artsy circle. No clue what it’s supposed to represent, but there were some interesting smells nearby:

Mama, what’s wrong with these children? They don’t seem to want to touch me … or even to move! And they’re fenced in, too:

Here’s something interesting — one of those little free libraries. The sign said to take a book and leave a book. Wonder what treasures lurk within:

Oh, look, it’s a new bird neighborhood! Seems there are several vacancies here — bet they’ll be rented by Spring:

It was perfect weather, and there were LOTS of dogs out walking their humans. Here’s a Boston Terrier named Mickey, who thinks we’re big friends (sometimes I’m not so sure because we ruckus when we get together):

Mama wanted me to pose in this gazebo-thing, but I didn’t think so. C’mon, Mama, you know The Rule: one pose, one treat. You’re the one who forgot my cookies. Yeah:

Here’s an easy one. Who’s cuter, me or Dino:

This is the water part of my park. They won’t let dogs swim here, but Mama says I’d probably sink anyway, what with my double coat:

Mama loves ornamental grasses. Maybe she’ll plant some one of these days:

Here are some red trees. The weather guys say the yellow ones turn color first and the red ones later. Maybe that’s why they’re special:

I didn’t particularly want to walk on this little bridge, but Mama insisted (that was before I knew she’d left my cookies at home!):

And I Monkey will leave you to ponder this quote attributed to American poet Ralph Waldo Emerson — “Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” Oh, look, it says so right here:

That’s all, folks. Hope you enjoyed my third Walktober. I probably should remind slowpoke Mama to get her own Walktober done, huh?I’m already contemplating next year. I’ll be four-going-on-five then, and I see big things in my future. Now, it’s time for my snooze.

Love, Monkey