After a good deal of procrastination, I got on my bike and went for a ride. I followed some of the local trails on the premise that, if I met another vehicle, I would rather it be another bicycle than something that both out moves and out weighs me.
I rode down to Preachers Point, did the loop, and was on my way home when I came across a man walking his dogs. They (the dogs) were off leash and were ranging ahead. As I passed their master, he warned me that the dogs were some times a bit obstreperous.
I was tempted to say, "But...They don't look Presbyterian", but decided not to.
I passed the dogs who regarded me in silence, drove home and looked up "obstreperous."
Apparently, it means to be "resisting control or restraint in a difficult manner; unruly." Funny, those dogs didn't look Presbyterian!
Later, Mushers!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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