Because he is now a Senior Dog (in a lot of ways) Bob believes walks should be taken at a very sedentary pace. All I can say is we do try to gee him up.
But it never works.
His new ploy is: ears stand to attention and he turns to his right as if to say, “What is that?”
Ellie will automatically stop and do the same. Or he will wag his tail at a neighbour as though inviting conversation. This one really works. Therefore our twenty minute short walk now takes, 27-35 minutes.
I tried taking him through the fields, and that is worse.
He takes it as an invitation to sit and admire everything about him. While she races around like a greyhound until she gets tired.
I wonder if I could build a Bob buggy….similar to a golf buggy?
Hi just a heads up to everyone, I have not forgotten to check out your blog posts.
My problem is the internet is working in fits and starts which means plenty of walks to cool down in between – which is not Bob’s favorite past time however here are a few pics of him avoiding walking quickly.
Sunday Morning and we were brought on a walk! This meant a lot of hills, running and puffing. The first two applied to Ellie and the last bit to me. I find it tough going now, to walk up and down hills but there is always a benefit after exercising.
My sleep is full of dreams but I keep dreaming I am attached to Ellie. I wonder why?
Our first home was as I remember – picture perfect. The garden the most lived in room.
The nearest neighbor a long walk up a leafy rickety lane-way.
The garden, a field then, stretched on forever. It wasn’t perfect, but it sat on a height overlooking the farms stretched out below and beyond it. We gained aches and pains as we eliminated the abandoned glass bottles, old tin cans and iron bed frames, tainted and rusty to touch. Everything safely sent to a recyclable life via a tractor and trailer.
A lawn and driveway arrived. Tiny hands were tickled by flitting butterflies as they played in this large space sprinkled with roses and hebes of all varieties. Tree climbers were carefully minded by the one hundred year old solid beech tree. From its lofty height it loved to sprinkle the lawn with helicopters. Pulled by the wind they twisted and turned toward the green velvet carpet where they added their golden brown hue to its richness. All around me I can see nature at its best, soft rolling hillsides displaying every shade of green.
No heavy traffic or exhaust fumes filled the air, here, birdsong was the mainstay of my day. Passing of time was told by every passing vehicle: the milkman, neighbors ferrying children to and from school, husbands returning from work.
The seasons saw some changes which colored the air, spreading manure, making hay, or cows being herded home.
Home – I can almost taste it! Though I have changed house, the memories of this home will never be forgotten. It was a heartfelt first home.