Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Hubby has walked the dogs since I went back to teaching -- well, actually before that, but certainly for the last six years. I walked our first dog, Miss Milly, all over the neighborhood and the city parks -- but then finances decreed that I find work and my really dog walking days pretty much ended.
Hubby also walked the boys this summer even after I retired. But then, in September he got much, much sicker and it finally became my turn to take over all job walking details. Hubby, being a morning person, unfortunately trained Luie that unless you were walking in the park before 8 a.m. you could poop under the grand piano in the living room at 8:01. I've been unable to retrain him so since September I'm out in the park between 7:15 and 7:45 walking, walking, walking.
It took some retraining of the pups, let me tell you. Hubby didn't care if Luie tried to pull him over -- Luie, being being blind is always on the leash. Gus, never on the leash, had learned the calling of his name meant you could turn your body in the opposite direction and just wander off. During the trip to Williamsburg, Gus learned how to rewalk on a leash -- he got just one time to turn and walk away from me before we had a "come to Mama!" meeting and the leash went right back on him until he knew to come when he was called. Now, he's once again able to walk leash free in the park because he knows the consequences of not coming the moment I beckon. Luie is still learning that everything comes to a dead standstill the moment he starts tugging the leash, trying to direct the movements of our travels, but he's doing better.
It also took some retraining for me to get out of that bed every single morning (weekends are NOT time off for good behavior!) and put on massive amounts of clothing and shoes so we can hike our way for 30 minutes around the park. I had to learn not to curse so loud that everybody within ear shot could hear. I also had to keep remembering it wasn't the dogs' fault or Hubby's fault that early morning walks had become the habit and now I was stuck having to continue that god-awful time frame. It just was what it was and I had to come to gripes with it.
So, every morning I'm out there, plodding through the pine cones and acorns and flying squirrels and chirping birds. I'm not enjoying it but I'm doing it. The dogs are better for it because Hubby had gotten so he couldn't really walk with them -- and poor Luie was stuck going in small circles while Papa sat on the park bench and Gussie went off the wandered alone. Now we get in some pretty good runs before our park time ends. Papa is home in bed sipping hot tea (which I have to make before I leave the house) instead of gasping his way in the cold, dark morning air. And me? Well, I'm walking which is a form of exercise. . . I guess. It's not up to aerobic speeds yet, but we are consistent in our daily ambles.