In the early predawn mornings when it’s still very dark, no one is awake to see what goes on during my walks with the two terrorists, aka Orso and Charlie. Only the deer and raccoons are around to witness their antics. I’m talking about them jerking me around, getting the leashes tangled up and charging at the nocturnal animals keeping my chiropractor in business.
It’s bad enough going on a walk in the dark and twisting an ankle stepping off the road into the ditch, which I have done on more than one occasion, causing me to wonder if I’m going to be able to walk home when I’m a mile away from the house. No one else is around to see my gracelessness or help me if I get hurt. It’s just the dogs and me. I’ve even fallen over a giant boulder in the middle of the road. I’m that graceful. At least in the dark no one else is there to laugh at me.
Not today though. After I got home from work this evening, I took the dogs on their afternoon walk which is when everyone is coming home from work. The walk down to the dam was uneventful, a very pleasant stroll for the three of us. The dogs were behaving themselves and enjoyed the romp at the dam. On the return trip home we ran into a friend and his two dogs, which I used as a training session for Orso, working on his sudden aggression lunging at other dogs. So far so good, Charlie was a champ and behaved perfectly and after a rough start Orso got into the moment and behaved very calmly walking back and forth in front of my friend and his dogs. We almost looked like a Cesar Milan episode.
After the successful walk-by the dogs and I continued on our way home. We had just rounded the second curve in the road when Charlie circled around behind me to pee on a bush causing me to try and whip the leash over my head and twist my arm around when Orso stepped back toward me. I tripped over Orso and fell hard twisting my ankle and knee. Right there in broad daylight for everyone to see. As I sat there in the road feeling foolish, Orso came over to check on me and let me know he loves me even though I am the most graceless woman in the world.
There’s something to be said for walking in the dark.
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Well, at least there was nothing scary lurking in the shadows or that figure up that slope.
Trust you are alright Susan and nothing more bruised than your pride — and I meant “pride” in a polite sense.
Take care dear – falls, as you well know, can be nasty especially when we don’t see them coming.
You’re right just my pride was bruised. As usual it’s the dogs one me zero.