NYC: Central Park Stroll and a Dog on a Park Bench

Although walking had become largely painful at this point due to the excessive mileage we had put on our feet in such a limited window of time, we couldn't help but meander through Central Park on our last day in the city. And what would happenstance bring us but a dog on a park bench.

A stroll through New York's Central Park and a Dog on a Park Bench

Encountering a Runner with my Furry Companion, Darby

While Darby and I were out for an afternoon run this past weekend on the Rails to Trails at Black Creek Park, on the return leg of an out-and-back, we approached a fellow runner. 

As she got closer, I observed what appeared to be an expression of recognition on her face. So I immediately went into "Do I know her?! I don't know her?! Maybe I should know her!" mode. 

As we got within a few yards of one another, she pulled to a stop and asked, "Is that Darby?" I must have appeared bemused when I affirmed that it was. She proceeded to tell me that she had recently moved here from Hoover and had come across this blog while in search of places to run. She had read the blogs featuring Darby at Black Creek Park and on the Rails to Trails.

So recent transferee from Hoover, if you're still visiting here, we hope you enjoy our little stretch of woods, and Darby and I are glad to have met you!

Darby, the Queen of her Domain

Darby is the Queen of her Domain, and the Ottoman in her Purchase.

Darby Surveying with a Snow-Powdered Nose

After romping through the snow with an overly zealous fervor, Darby takes the time afterward to survey the destruction her raucous behavior has visited on the previously pure sheet of snow. Her keen sense will notify her if she has left any patch undisturbed, where she might go root about with her snow-splashed nose.

Early Morning Run with Rosco on the Rails-to-Trails

As a disclaimer, I have no actual knowledge whether the pup featured here running with its owner on the Rail-to-Trails at Black Creek Park in Fultondale, is actually named Rosco. In fact the odds are likely against, but it did bring some appreciable consonance  to the title. And as may have become readily apparent to regular readers of the blog, I'm a sucker for some consonance.

Runner and Canine Companion Running on the Rails-to-Trails, Fultondale, Alabama