There are
days when I am brilliantly ingenious.
Okay, maybe
not whole days, but there are times when I’m pretty good at figuring out what I
need to do and finding a simple way to do it. Traffic instructions and
directions, not so much, as Taylor will tell you. Dog parks; I got that down.
Today, Ecco
needed a place to run around. There isn’t a dog park within walking distance of
my new apartment. Hell, there isn’t really one within driving distance without
it taking a substantial amount of time to get there. However, there is a high
end apartment complex across the road that has a little dog run. It isn’t much,
it would be a place where I could let him off leash and feel safe about it.
Well, I don’t
live in the high end apartment. I live
in the drastically cheaper place across the road. After scouting the perimeter
(military family, remember) I discovered several holes between the fence and
the landscaping. Yes, I had to lie on the ground and roll under the fence and
then Ecco had to army crawl after me, but
we got in.
I’m not too
concerned about getting caught because I don’t think the tenants really care if
I use the little doggy park. As long as I pick up the poop Ecco leaves behind,
I think I’ll be okay. But the important
thing is that I’m not scared to break a few rules to get what I need for
someone I love. Ecco needs a safe place to play and I found him one. Did I
have to trespass onto a property I neither rent nor own? Yes. Do I really care
as long as my puppy is happy and safe? No.
Ingenious,
simply ingenious.
Challenge to
my Readers:
In life there
is frequently the simple way, the hard way and the way you are not entirely
sure is illegal. Assuming that what you need doesn’t require the commission of
a federal crime, go ahead and try number three. Steal furniture from a
dumpster. Walk up and down the aisles of Whole Foods snacking until you’re
full. Jump the turnstile at the metro.
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