Posts Tagged ‘Walks’
I love playing ball. I really do. This afternoon, we went to the meadow to fly kites with Jake and Ruth Anne. Dad brought my ball to play with, the red one with the string, and I ran around for a bit with it. But then dad and Jake got out this white ball with seams, and it was hard and they started throwing it to each other and catching it with big hands! It was awesome, I kept running back and forth between them to try to get it. I’ll admit I got tired a little bit, but I was re-energized everytime one of them dropped the ball (mostly Jake, dad was awesome!!) and I got it from them and ran away. I was completely uninterested in my ball, seriously.
Anyway, so this giant ball comes along and I had to try to get on top of it. It didn’t work very well, but you can check out the video to see how I faired. I almost managed it right at the end, but I think I will try again later. Mom is mad at dad for encouraging me because now she thinks I think I can play with the ball, even though it is her chair… well she is right! I’ll get that thing yet!
Ever see that episode of The Office where Jim punches a scissors into Dwight’s yoga ball while he is sitting on it? Well, I got four sharp scissors on each hand… hehehe.
Movie to follow…
Mom took me for an extra-long walk today, to University Parks! It was great! I got to trot along on my extend-o-lead, smell the flowers and the poo, and even made a new friend!
His name is Simba, and even though I’m twice as old as he is, he is already much bigger than I! His parents asked Mom if I was ok with other dogs, and she said yes, that I love them. Which is absolutely right! So I got to spend a few minutes making friends with Simba. We started with the classic simultaneous bum-sniff, but soon I was jumping in arcs over Simba’s back and he was trying to pet me with his ginormous paws. It was great. Probably the best five minutes I’ve ever had in the park.
Unfortunately, Mom wanted to keep walking, so I had to say goodbye to Simba, but I sure hope I run into him again someday. Dogs gotta play!
Today was Awesome!! Right now, my buddies Jake and Ruth Ann are in France watching guys running over dogs, I mean, the Tour de France, so Mom and Dad and I had borrowed a car from some friends for various runnings around and because they left to “go home” (wherever that is–this seems like home to me!). But we had to drop it off today, and because Dad’s city bike broke, we decided to make the long walk home an excursion for the whole family!
We dropped off the car at about 4:35 and set out. It was a beautiful sunny day today and let me tell you, I was pretty happy to be outside. First we walked up a giant hill, then along a high, grassy strip of land, through a neighborhood, a shopping center, and a whole different meadow than yesterday. And I got to walk through Mom’s college! I was very proud of myself.
By the time we finally got back to friendly territory, though, I’ll admit I was pretty pooped. I tried to dive into the veterinarian’s, but Mom and Dad drug me home instead (what can I say–I really like the treat’s Jo the nurse gives me!). When we got home it was after 6:15–we walked for almost two whole hours! Even Mom and Dad admitted that they were pretty tired by the last thirty minutes or so.
I tried to bring home a nice souvenir by rolling in some poo along the way, but all that got me was an unceremonious dunking in the bathtub (my second this week, so Mom wasn’t happy either, but she only washed my poo spot this time). Now I’m just going to crash downstairs with Dad and watch a bit of the Tour de D0g-Rolling highlights on T.V. and think back on our awesome family excursion. Woof!
One of my favourite things to do on runs with Mom is terrorize the ducks that sleep on the end of the canal. Fun for me, fun for them, I thought. Until yesterday.
Mom and I were taking the long route to Fiddler’s Island, and I had been sending every duck for at least the last half mile scurrying for cover. And we ran past the next batch, I slowed down because one duck hadn’t moved, and I wanted to get a closer look. Mom had just kept running, but I was on the extend-o lead so that was fine. I got closer and closer. The duck just kept looking at me.
Suddenly, with a flutter of wings and a low hiss, the duck leapt into the air and hovered just above my head like a kung-foo movie star! Mom looked back at this point, her mouth dropping open, and yanked me to safety. I was ok, just a little startled and confused. Whatever happened to the natural order of things?
Which leads me to believe that either 1) this duck had a nest nearby or 2) this duck is half duck, half Jackie Chan. Probably the result of some illegal laboratory testing. How do you like those reasoning skills?
Like any star, I must care for my physique. That’s why, after two-and-a-half weeks of recuperation, I’m back on the straight-and-narrow with my personal trainer (her name is Mom). Yesterday, we ran the canal, and today we ran to Wolfson and then walked back. I get water given to me from the trainer’s cupped hands. It’s both glamourous and grueling.
I even changed my diet. After snubbing the Science stuff I was on, the ‘rents finally got the picture and got me some great new stuff, called James Wellbeloved. Delish! And I got some sweet little Cesar “A Little More Refined” wet food that gets mixed in every once in a while (Mom checked–Cesar is specially designed for people who obsess about their little dogs and it wasn’t a part of that recall). Sometimes I get a nice cooked egg to keep the coat shiny. So yeah, you could say I’m working hard and looking good.
Anyway, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some new toys that I’ve just got to destroy. A dog’s work is never over! Woof!