Doodle doesn't do mornings. Lately, she's decided that she doesn't need to go running with my husband and the other dogs either. They'll be downstairs, all happy and ready to head out, and she'll have slunk back upstairs and is curled up in her chair. She does, however, run back downstairs when they get home, so she doesn't miss out on the post-run treat. Doodle's other problem is that she is a bit on the tubby side these days. Well, okay, these months. Years. It's been a while since she could be described as slender. Rubenesque would be closer.
I decided that both she and I could benefit by getting out and walking a few mornings a week. The first time I did it, I literally had to drag her across the floor in our bedroom. Darren and the other dogs slept through this, so I was able to escape the house with no problems. The second time I only had to drag her off her chair, but I'd forgotten my shoes and had to go back for them. Although I thought the other dogs were still asleep, they had apparently woken up, and spent the rest of the time we were gone crying about being left behind.
This morning... well, I was not sneaky enough this morning, and by the time I was ready to leave I had four dogs looking hopefully at me. It didn't help when I reached up to get a leash. However, I can't take all four dogs on a walk. Between them they weigh over 200lbs, and their center of gravity is much lower than mine. I singled Doodle out of the mass, and off we went, into the darkness. Only having one dog turned out to be a very good thing, as there was a possum ambling along the side of our street. If I'd had all four, I think the possum would have been the least of my worries. We walked a mile and a half (out and back) and when we got home, the two younger dogs had given up on us and gone back to bed. Sirius, our black lab, I'm fairly sure spent the entire time watching through the dining room window. He's silly like that. He announced our arrival and the rest of the pack came back downstairs and got treats, so in the end everybody was happy.
I wasn't the only one out there this morning. The moon and his lovely friend Jupiter kept me company.
I decided that both she and I could benefit by getting out and walking a few mornings a week. The first time I did it, I literally had to drag her across the floor in our bedroom. Darren and the other dogs slept through this, so I was able to escape the house with no problems. The second time I only had to drag her off her chair, but I'd forgotten my shoes and had to go back for them. Although I thought the other dogs were still asleep, they had apparently woken up, and spent the rest of the time we were gone crying about being left behind.
This morning... well, I was not sneaky enough this morning, and by the time I was ready to leave I had four dogs looking hopefully at me. It didn't help when I reached up to get a leash. However, I can't take all four dogs on a walk. Between them they weigh over 200lbs, and their center of gravity is much lower than mine. I singled Doodle out of the mass, and off we went, into the darkness. Only having one dog turned out to be a very good thing, as there was a possum ambling along the side of our street. If I'd had all four, I think the possum would have been the least of my worries. We walked a mile and a half (out and back) and when we got home, the two younger dogs had given up on us and gone back to bed. Sirius, our black lab, I'm fairly sure spent the entire time watching through the dining room window. He's silly like that. He announced our arrival and the rest of the pack came back downstairs and got treats, so in the end everybody was happy.
I wasn't the only one out there this morning. The moon and his lovely friend Jupiter kept me company.
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