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Yesterday afternoon, Rob and I took crazy Giles-dog to the lake. As we were wending our way down the foresty path to the lake shore, we passed one older man who smiled at us and we hello-ed back. Then we came upon a second older man just standing in the middle of the path. As we got closer, I saw that he was in fact pants-less. With his thingy just hanging in the wind. We passed him in silence. Then we passed a third older man (all three of these older men had white hair and wore flannel shirts) and waved to him.
We got down to the lake shore after passing a nude male sunbather in a clearing in the woods. We've not been getting much rain here, and as a result the water-line for the lake is far lower than usual; it's like a beach. There were many dried-out, two-fist-sized clam shells strewn about. As we walked along the water-line, we came up opposite a small island that usually looks farther off the shore. But it looked close enough to wade over to, so we did. We took off our shoes and socks and rolled up our pants legs. And Rob picked up Giles-dog and we waded over to the island. We let Giles off leash on the island and he was so happy racing back and forth. There were two more nude male sunbathers on the island. We had to tell Giles not to molest them. There were also some huge-ass fish carcasses. Giles peeed on one and was about to roll in a second when Rob and I shouted at him to leave it alone.
Then we crossed back to the lake shore and Rob decided Giles could run around off-leash there. Giles promptly took off into the woods and disappeared. No amount of yelling brought him back. Rob set off into the woods to retrieve him while I waited on the beach. After five minutes, Rob returned with puppy on leash. Crazy runaway.
We returned home, and I spent the rest of the day watching tv.
To summarize, pants-less old men. Puppy frolicking on an island. An afternoon well-spent.
We got down to the lake shore after passing a nude male sunbather in a clearing in the woods. We've not been getting much rain here, and as a result the water-line for the lake is far lower than usual; it's like a beach. There were many dried-out, two-fist-sized clam shells strewn about. As we walked along the water-line, we came up opposite a small island that usually looks farther off the shore. But it looked close enough to wade over to, so we did. We took off our shoes and socks and rolled up our pants legs. And Rob picked up Giles-dog and we waded over to the island. We let Giles off leash on the island and he was so happy racing back and forth. There were two more nude male sunbathers on the island. We had to tell Giles not to molest them. There were also some huge-ass fish carcasses. Giles peeed on one and was about to roll in a second when Rob and I shouted at him to leave it alone.
Then we crossed back to the lake shore and Rob decided Giles could run around off-leash there. Giles promptly took off into the woods and disappeared. No amount of yelling brought him back. Rob set off into the woods to retrieve him while I waited on the beach. After five minutes, Rob returned with puppy on leash. Crazy runaway.
We returned home, and I spent the rest of the day watching tv.
To summarize, pants-less old men. Puppy frolicking on an island. An afternoon well-spent.
