Have I mentioned that I have a great sense of direction? Well, I do. It especially comes in handy when I’m craving some sort of food. And Saturday, I wanted a burger.
btw– Mommy wants to tell you about this post that she didn’t know if was going to be such a blog-able walk, so she didn’t take very good photos- sorry.
On Saturday, Mommy and I left for our usual morning walk. I like to sniff around the neighborhood and Mommy likes to go to the park, so we did both and wandered around for an hour and half or so.
We started to leave the park (it’s about 5 blocks from our house) and go down the usual streets back home, but I got a great idea!
I knew exactly where we should go next. The hard part though? I don’t speak english, so I just had to tell Mom my usual way.
I sat down.
Nope, I’m not going this way, I told Mommy. Let’s go this way.
And I kept sitting, resisting the tugs of my lease, until she started walking the right way.
That’s how I tell her.
It takes her a while but she understands finally. Sometimes on Saturdays (because that’s our “spend time together” day she lets me choose which side of the street we walk on during our walks). I love it when she lets me lead.
So now that she’s listening, I start heading in the new direction. I have only one thing in my mind– A BURGER.
I walk fast, pulling Mommy, not stopping to smell even once.
She tries several times to make me go a different way (aka, back towards home), but nope, I knew where I wanted to go.
We walk and walk.
It wasn’t even a nice area…it actually wasn’t very nice at all, but it’s where I wanted to go. I don’t think I’ve ever led her with such determination before.
We keep walking for AT LEAST a mile with me leading (and i had never even been in these neighborhoods, but didn’t matter, I have a good sense of direction) until I turn right on Octavia Street………
then the first left onto Hayes…………
until we’re smack in the middle of Hayes Valley.
I’m thrilled because I know we’re close.
I start walking even faster and faster because we’re almost there! And then I see it!
I BOLT as fast as I can– with as much force as I can muster– into their patio. This is the same restaurant where Mommy, Jared, and I went that day about a month ago on the fun festival day….
Now Mommy knows that I just thought it was the most fun day ever!
So I try to walk all the way in to the restaurant. “Let’s sit down and order a burger, Mom!”
She’s just laughing hysterically at me, “So THIS is where you wanted to go Charlie?” she says.
And so I start getting mad and I want her to stop pulling at my leash to leave, so I lay down in that patio–
“No mom, I am NOT leaving.”
She says, “Sorry Charlie, no burgers for us right now” and picks me up so we can sit on a little bench.
I’m so disappointed! I wanted a burger!
I think I can compromise at least a little bit, so I lead us over to the little square/park where the festival was (she lets me keep leading for a few more minutes because she knows how disappointed I was) and I insist we walk over to the meat truck. Maybe she’ll get me something here? But it was only 9am so it was closed.
I have one last idea, this one is just from my nose but a block away is a deli with a brisket special. We start walking out of the area, but it’s past the deli, luckily.
I try to have Mommy take me in there. No luck either 😦
Mommy says those last 2 spots weren’t as funny because I could probably smell them, but she doesn’t know “how in the world I knew how to walk to Flippers when it was over a mile away”…..(or how I remembered it so well)
But I knew how—
“Mom, I just wanted a burger! Oh and I have that great sense of direction, you know.”
I was so tired that I passed out into a deeeeeeeep sleep on top of my leash for a few hours when we got back home.
Anyway, Sunday night things got a little better.
Mommy and Jared barbecued and they made me my very own burger, ’cause they knew I was craving it so much.
I may not have gotten my way and ordered a burger at the restaurant…..but this was the next best thing!
Okay friends, thank you for listening to my story. Mommy says it’s one of those stories that’s much funnier if you were actually there, but she still wanted me to tell you anway. Oh and I have so much more to tell you from the weekend, but will do that in new posts later.
Tell me about YOU–
Do you have a good sense of direction?
Where are your favorite spots to go on a walk?
And don’t you think Mommy should have let me stay for a burger?