Shall I take the very muddy path, the extremely muddy path, or the bog?
Elder Son has also been under the weather so, after a morning spent hunched over the computer, I offered to walk Toby to get some fresh air and exercise. It turned out I got more than I expected.
Toby likes to wander and normally that's fine. Middle of the woods he was gone for about fifteen minutes, and, of course, that was when I thought I could hear someone behind me. I kept glancing around trying to catch out my stalker but wasn't quick enough. I knew really it was only water dripping or branches moving or even, as happened once, my own coat rustling and fooling me, but I thought I'd get in a bit of sparring practice just in case.
A quick jab, cross, jab, upper cut, upper cut, jab jab jab, hook. Yes, I still had the magic. And as well as reminding myself how to do it my boxing would have terrified my stalker. Or he'd have collapsed in a paroxysm of laughter. Either way served my purpose.
Soon after Toby returned and all was well . . . until we came close to the end of the path through the woods. It's one of his favourite disappearing places and sure enough off he went. Elder Son says to wait, he will come back. I waited and waited. After twenty minutes I phoned Husband and asked him to come in the car and drive around the roads to make sure he wasn't wandering there. "You've got the car," Husband said. Ah yes, so I have, back at Elder Son's house.
"No, he's orange like a fox."
"Ah, no, then."
4 comments:
I think I’d have said rude things out loud! Dogs!
Personally, I would walk Toby on a leash.
It seems that your offering to do a good deed and dog walk resulted in more frustration and concern than you had anticipated. 😟 Perhaps the suggestion of walking on a leash would save you similar worries in the future. And, of course, having Elder Son walk Toby would also be a solution 😀
I am always surprised at the dogs running free. We're pretty strict about leashes here.
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