I get a little frustrated when on a nice, quiet walk, a dog in the neighborhood barks at me. Of course, he or she means to warn the residents that there is either an intruder, a stranger, or a suspicious being in the premises, whose intentions are worth investigating. The thing is, I am none of the above. I have walked this particular neighborhood countless times before, and expect the dogs to kind of know me by now. However, they seem to take no heed of this fact and continue to bark anyway. Perhaps what frustrates me is the fact that they always catch me unawares and distort my thoughts in the process. I still love dogs though.
Published by Msdedeng
At 41, I am still figuring out life: my place in society, my career path, a family of my own, any many others things. Heck, I am still trying to make friends in California; a place I moved to 3 years ago. I am currently in a Community College to make up for the many years I missed school while in Africa (Uganda). I intend to transfer to university next year and double major in History and English. I lead a very ordinary life; a normal day is spent doing school assignments, hiking, or reading. My favorite thing to do is walk! Short walks or long walks it does not matter. Walking allows me to think about things - anything! My love of walking comes from where I grew up, a small village in northeastern Uganda. It is still one of the most remotest areas I will ever know, and couldn't even start comparing what life is like there to say a place like California. Walking was all I did while growing up! I walked for miles to school, to church, to the shops, to the borehole to fetch water, and to the market. It was quite an adventure unlike any other - so you now understand my love for walking. View more posts