Since I’m back to work I’ve got to either 1) walk the dogs on lunch or 2) walk them after work. I really do prefer to walk them on lunch, but when it’s this hot, I opt for after work.
It was still hot yesterday but thank God thebroke. There’s nothing like walking in 90 degree heat with 90% humidity. It feels like you went swimming with all your clothes on and you’re just waiting for them to dry.
My pants seem to have a mind of their own and that’s to sag as far down as they possibly can. I seriously considered putting a pair of boxers on so they could hang over the top.
You don’t believe that do you?
Good because I would never consider that.
Where was I? Oh yes, the walk.
I normally let Sampson and Delilah pick our walk, I figure it’s their walk too so why shouldn’t they go where they want? I keep a pretty good eye on them and if it looks like one of them has really committed to a certain path, I gently encourage the other one to go in the same direction.
What really surprises me is how frequently they go to the same trails, all kinds of possibilities yet they still follow the same paths. I think they are checking their pee mail and waiting to see if they will run into some friends.
We were getting on towards the end of our walk last night when I saw what I thought was a deer running through the trees off to my left. It caught everyone’s attention and I shouted to Sampson, “No, don’t do it.” Thankfully he followed instructions and stopped what he was doing.
When I looked up, Bruno (who the dogs know well) was standing staring at us from about 25 yards away.
I shortened Delilah’s leash and told Sampson NO.
He took off after Bruno.
Delilah whined and pulled but I held fast.
Bruno is a big dog, but he’s also a big baby. As soon as Sampson took off after him, Bruno took off too.
Sampson chased Bruno around a really large rock and I saw Delilah gear up to go and I knew I was a gonner. So I dropped the leash.
I figured it’s better to chase her through the woods, than get pulled along the trail…on my face.
The dogs all converged at the rock, sniffing each other and I clapped my hands and called, Here, Here, come on let’s go.
What do you suppose happened?
Yup, she came right back to me. I did the happy dance, gave her some yummy liverwurst, praised and petted her and we finished our walk.
I don’t think I am ready to take her off-leash but it’s nice to know I can give her a small bit of freedom.