Monday morning May 5th

What a few days it's been, nice walking, just about perfect weather..this part of Idaho, not the city by any means, there's ranches, irrigated fields, wild life and farm animals, just beautiful...at least to this country loving woman...that plus this area is  a big sportsman spot, fishing ATV'ing and camping, because of that...there are many mom and pop RV parks, such as they are, nothing fancy...but for me who's been sleeping under bushes and behind rocks...it's luxury ...and when they offer hot water and a shower, I've died and gone to heaven..

So about the week, the big news...on Friday I was stopped for a morning snack and the usual foot care, in the middle of no where with no one around...I see what I think is a trash bag under a tree, I don't give it a second look, one thing I've leavened these past few weeks, Americans are slobs..there is trash all over out beautiful country..:(.  I see the bag move, my eye site could be better, I think bear..I slowly stand up and reach for the bear spray...it wasn't a bear at all, but a dog..he simply walks over to me as if he's been there waiting just for me..he's. It in the best shape a bit thin, his fur a mess his front paws cracked...clearly either dropped or very very lost... Karma? So he's coming home with, rearranged the cart to make space for him...