Alternate Title: Ignore the Signs at Your Peril (that your day may not go well)
Yesterday was a rare day that my hubby got up at 5am with the dogs and I was able to fall back asleep. That should be a good thing, right? But instead I found it difficult to wake up before he left for work and I had a headache. It was one of my stay at home days and I didn’t have any bookkeeping work, so I was free to blog and do chores around the house. But first of all, I planned to take Luke for a run, and then Sheba for a walk. I don’t let headaches slow me down unless they’re really bad. I’ve been suffering with them for years and I just can’t give in to them.
We ALL slept in.
Before heading out I decided to drink some coffee and have a bite to eat, and sat at the computer while doing so. I got into my email and saw a post was up from Heart Like a Dog. Jodi always has a good story to tell, and this one was titled “What Do You Do When Accosted by Off-Leash Dogs?” This is something I’ve dealt with and am interested in. I left a comment saying that I’ve experienced that with Cricket but don’t have to worry about it very often around here. That’s Sign #1. Clearly, I forgot to knock wood (and that’s not exactly what happens).
I was halfway down the driveway when I looked at my feet and realized I put the wrong shoes on, not my running shoes. The girls were already howling when we left, so I didn’t want to go back and change them. It wouldn’t hurt me this one time I’m sure (no, the shoes didn’t). That’s Sign #2. As Luke and I head out, I noticed that our neighbor across the street had tied out his German shepherd, Whisker. Whisker is an old guy, a rescue dog, and Wayne likes to let him sit out front and watch the world go by sometimes. He always barks at us, lunges a bit, but Wayne will come right out and take him in the house when he does so. That’s exactly what he did this time. I had hesitated and considered taking Luke the other way, but decided to keep heading down to the rail trail for our run.
We were on the road for a short way, then there is a short trail through the woods and we emerged on the rail trail, with the option of going right or left. I choose left, but we didn’t get very far before I saw a deer sitting on the trail watching us. I didn’t want Luke to see the deer, because when he sees them in our yard he usually barks and carries on. That’s Sign #3. So we turned around and headed the other way, no problem. Luke was pokey and wouldn’t listen to me, even when offered treats. He definitely needs some work, but we jogged off and on with me coaching him by saying “run” when he’d pick up the pace. We didn’t go as far as I’d hoped since he wasn’t very cooperative and were soon headed back up our street. I was ready to pick up the pace at the top of the hill in case Whisker was back out again.
That didn’t help. Whisker was tied to what I think is an old truck tire rim, and guess what? That old dog can drag that thing and he dragged it right across the street because he really wanted to see Luke and me. I had no idea how either one of them was going to be, and here’s a big dog running across the street at us (I know Jodi can appreciate this) and I started freaking out. Now, I think Luke was more scared of the noise from the tire rim than Whisker, and I was just trying to hold on to his leash to keep him from bolting. Yes, of course, down I went. So there I am sprawled on the ground (feel free to laugh at that image, I was not hurt, having landed in the grass), Whisker was trying to see Luke, and thank goodness neither of them was looking for a fight. I think Luke did emit a growl but since I was yelling to my neighbor, he had come running out by then. Next thing I see as I’m getting up is that Luke has twisted himself out of his harness. Hey, I held on to the leash, for all the good that did!
Now I’m panicking because Luke is loose, and there is traffic going by (I’m pretty sure they all saw what was going on and slowed way down though). I was convinced that Luke was going to take off (his recall is not that great yet), and terrified he’ll get hit by a car, or run away. I’m just praying that since we’re so close to home that if he runs he’ll just run up our driveway. Now, this could be the first thing that went right that day….Luke didn’t run! He stayed right there and waited for me. I was able to get right to him and he followed me up our driveway, staying right with me. Clearly, he was way less traumatized than I was.
We got back in the house and he and Sheba started romping around….next thing I know Luke steps in our nice new water fountain dish (seen here) and sends water everywhere! It’s broken and I’m so disappointed, we really love it. I should go back to bed now, right? Or at least sit down and have a good cry? No, I’m a trooper (or just plain stubborn). I mop up the spilled water, get everyone settled down, and take Sheba for a walk. My hand was a bit sore from the leash rubbing on it (I ended up with one small scrape and cut and I think that’s it), but I didn’t even stop to clean it. I’ve been slacking off lately on running and walking, and I had decided this week that it was time to get back into it. It’s been such a bad year for ticks, and we finally got them under control in our yard. Every time I’d take anyone out of the yard, they’d come back with ticks. I was just tired of dealing with it, and the dogs love playing in the yard anyway.
We LOVE playing in the yard…..
….but sometimes a change in scenery and routine is good too.
However, I know it’s good for them to have a change of scenery, and some variety in their exercise (and I need more exercise too). Usually by mid-summer the ticks are better because it gets drier or they go deeper into the woods or something. I had taken Cricket running already this week, and I was damned if anything was going to stop me now from Sheba getting her turn. So take that, bad day! You didn’t defeat me! Just to be on the safe side we did, however, stay home the rest of the day.
Come on, Momz, join me in chilling out for a bit.
BTW: My neighbor did come over shortly afterwards to make sure I was OK. He’s a nice guy and really did feel bad.
No one ever said trying to stay fit with your dogs would always be easy, right?
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