On Sunday mornings we've starting taking "family walks" where we all walk together to our favorite bakery. La Farine makes the most amazing ciabatta bread; they are the supplier for many of the top restaurants in Chicago. We've been picking up some rolls, their amazing homemade caramelized onion and spicy cheese spreads, and some sweets from their rotating selection. It makes us feel quite European enjoying a Sunday continental breakfast complete with strawberries and orange juice.
Mr. B. enjoys the walks because he gets to help out. He brings his backpack so he's able to carry our groceries home. Here he is proudly carrying the goods:
This walk detours from our typical route, and I was thinking about all the things I notice, and how it must be so different from the what the pooches see at their level. As I was walking, I was noticing
Free Internet at one of our favorite pizza places:
A plethora of huge churches:
Fine details on buildings from 1905:And tagging on new construction:From the pooches' perspective I imagine they were seeing:
Huge toys they can't reach:
Mysteries on fire hydrants:
Remnants of dogs who passed by here first:Fine smells on buildings from 1905:E's shoes and Mr B's buttock:Crowds waiting for brunch meaning opportunities to be petted.Discovering freshly baked bread at eye-level.What else do you think they're really seeing that we're all missing?