There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children (and dogs), they mark,
And the children (and dogs), they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
I hate that there are no sidewalks here. I think the Bud misses her walks and seeing other people and especially other dogs. I came across these pictures from a couple months ago - I don't think I ever got around to posting them.
Every time on our way back home from a walk Lily would jump up and give me a kiss! Every. Single. Time. It was like she was so happy to be out and wanted to thank me for taking her for a walk. I NEVER got a picture of that. :-( I tried but it was always too hard to do it myself mid kiss. After the kiss she would always go a little crazy and want to play.