Robin, Again

 Our routine is that Robin has to go out every five to six hours otherwise there is a possibility of an accident. He is pretty good at holding it but still. better be safe than sorry.

So, the last walk of the day is between 11 and midnight. I usually don't go on the daytime walks, those are handled between my wife and Abigail. But for the late night walk I go because I am the "great protector". The streets are pretty empty, and I feel better knowing my wife is not there alone.

But, interestingly there are days or rather nights when there are people out. We live in a very quiet residential area, and people out late is a little unusual. This is a predominantly jewish area but Friday nights are always more people filled. Families with little kids are going home from whatever they come from. I guess they celebrate Sabbath somewhere else, and when the party is over then they go home.

There are a lots of people who walk their dogs at that time. And thet creates a nuisance. Robin wants to say hello to every dog he sees and that is not a quiet thing. People are not very fond of dogs "talking" to each other outside their windows around midnight. So, when we see a dog approaching we go to the other side of the street in order to avoid it. Robin is not very happy about this move but hey, he is the littlest of us all, and he is on the leash (me too, but that's another story)

There is a street corner here where there is a huge tree growing black raspberries. Those berries are falling on the sidewalk and are covering the surface. Interestingly, Robin loves this fruit. When we go this way he is like a vacuum cleaner. Picks up every piece he can, and so far he didn't have any stomach problem. Figuring he likes this fruit, the other day we bought a box of blackberries at the fruit stand. Put out four pieces, he ate one and left the others.

I guess he only likes it when it is on the street, half squashed and not in the civilized way.

Finicky little shit.