Birdy num num: thoughts

As I was doing my weekly bay walk with my furry friend (Sydney the Schnoodle, not Mr Moneymaker), I was having the usual hundred or so random thoughts zooming through my head which I was hoping would form into a blog post. Though no creative explosion happened, I thought I might have created a phrase for what happens in my head that I can create a list from. It is

"Walk Thoughts"

So here are some of the Walk Thoughts that zoomed through my brain on Sunday:

I've never seen a smiling runner.
I wonder if dogs are actually embarrassed when they use a tree as a toilet?
Why does my dog reverse his back legs UP the tree to have a poo?
Why do my sunglasses fall off everytime I bend over to pick up poo? Is my head too small?
What is that throbbing pain in my ankle?
I wonder if there is any wine left in my fridge?
Why would anyone take their dogs for a walk in a carriage attached to your bike? Don't dogs love to walk?
Why do cyclists still ride on a very narrow road when there's a perfectly good bike track right next to them? Do they realise how angry those drivers stuck behind them are?
Why is my knee punishing me?
Come to think of it, all the wine is gone. It will have to be a vodka and tonic.
I wish I could run, I might be able to get rid of this spare tyre then.
Damn, the hole in my shoe is getting bigger (mental note, remember to cut toenails).
Why does Mothers' Day never live up to expectations? Even when you have the most minimal of expectations (like wishing that everybody would just get along for one day!)
How does my phone know exactly what kind of songs I need at certain moments - can anyone notice that I'm walking in time to R.E.S.P.E.C.T.?
Why hasn't anybody emailed me back about all those job applications I sent out?
What is that dinghy which looks like an indoor shower (or toilet?) doing in the middle of all those boats?
Why does my dog hate black labradors? And more importantly, why does every cattle dog and pitbull type dog want to eat Sydney?
How come my knee and ankle pain moved to my opposite hip?
I hope I can still walk really fast for 7 kms when I'm in my 60's and 70's.
There's that woman that seems about five years older than me that sometimes runs around the bay in a funny stiff shuffle and sometimes walks (like now) with her dog (that is a blond version of mine) really fast, just like me. We smile at each other every time.
I think I might mix my vodka and tonic with that really nice lemon and lime cordial and sit on the balcony.