Maybe you can help me. Last Sunday morning, I looked out our side door and saw these tracks. Weird. At least to me. How could this happen? How can there be only one set of paw prints? Is it a one-legged dog that is hopping along? Taking a short cut through our side yard? Hey, no judgement here! If I was a one-legged dog that had to hop, I’d take short cuts through people’s yards, too!
Not quite sure about my one-legged dog theory, I put this picture on our neighborhood Facebook page. One theory offered was that it was a cat, and I was told that a cat steps in the same place. Really? All four paws go in the one, exact same spot? This cat’s stride seems pretty long to me. Another theory offered was that we were visited by sand people – who always ride single file to hide their numbers. Some people are kind of silly.
So, I look out the side door the next morning. Here’s what I see:
Next to original set of tracks, which had melted and expanded a bit, was a new set of tracks in a single line. The prints match the day before, and so it looks to me like our friend was back. Now I’m really curious. I take our cat outside to the patio and try to get her to walk. Sorry, but I am unable to take a picture while I am doing scientific research with our cat. Of course, she turns right around, comes back to me, and there’s all kind of prints, and none of them are in a straight line. As I am detail-oriented, I do follow the scientific method; the results are replicated three times. I take our cat back inside, but as I do I notice something. Our cat’s paw print is about one-third of the size of our nightly visitor’s paw print, and I’m talkin’ the original size.
The next morning, I look out the side door, but no sand people or one-legged dogs have visited us. And to be honest, I’m kind of disappointed. It was just a plain ole’ ordinary day.
But! The next morning, I look out, and what do I see?
I see a new, single line of paw prints! This print is different, and it is huge! This ain’t no one-legged dog takin’ a short cut or some sand people try to stay undercover. I don’t know ’bout you, but I’m thinkin’ . . . it’s a one-legged horse!
Did I ever tell you I grew up in the city?