I'm trying to be better (re: more consistent) about walking the dog. She's so much more calm if I do. I got fired up to go to Town Lake - Lady Bird Lake! I'll never get used to that - , but only made it as far as this neighborhood park.
I stumbled on it last year and just adore it. It's tiny and wind-y and jungle-y. The trails are well-maintained and just loop around each other through trees, over rocks, up and down little hills. And they've only been out of poop bags once. It's just super cute. It's surrounded on all sides by houses so it's not isolated although you feel like you're in the middle of nowhere... except that you can hear the cars on Convict Hill.
There is never anyone else there, but I saw two teenagers go in as I was leaving. I assumed they were going in to short cut to one of their backyards and hop the fence. I would. Turns out they came right back out so now I assume they were just going into pee. I did not see them take a poop bag.
And to further dismantle my theory that there are never any signs of life in my little park, I found this little guy:
His other brother Darryl was on the other side of the rock. Looked exactly the same. Weird, huh?! I happen to be one of the few people on Earth who thinks possums are cute so I was sad. And a little grossed out. His bones are showing!
Right after this I realized I had lost my keys. I panicked that I dropped them in the possum. Luckily I didn't.
There's not a poop bag big enough that could have helped me get them out.
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