Hugo, the Romeo? (A walking story shared by a friend)

Hugo the magnificent

It seems my friend, TDW, was out with his pups last Sunday evening.

He stopped to take a photo of a wild verbena, just up and blooming purple at the edge of the woods surrounding the springs. The dogs had not ventured far when TDW heard a small voice exclaim, "They're here!"

He got up to see what was happening. The dogs were moving down the trail towards a young girl and her father. As Hugo arrived at the side of the girl she immediately bent down and threw her arms around his neck. "I love you, Hugo!" she cried.

My friend caught up with the dogs and, smiling, said to the father, "I guess we have met you out here before."

A discussion ensued about how the dogs and my friend had met the father and daughter by the bridge (further into the park) a week before. And, it seemed the girl had been watching for the dogs during the entire visit that day. She had almost given up seeing them when they appeared on the trail.

And, of course, lovable Hugo with his soulful and compelling face received the relieved and affectionate embrace.