Dogs
Operation ‘sneak tablet into dog’s food’ unsuccessful. He got more food, but little of the tablet. We are bereft of cheese, but I will win. 🐕
If I could have one super power, it would be to communicate with my lurcher friend Shane. He’s so riddled with anxiety and trauma, even now, and I just want him to know how loved he is and never to worry. 🐕
Doofus face. 🐕
Shane and Leela. 🐕
Shane is sleeping. 🐕
I might not be running, but I’m getting the dog walks in. 1000km this year. 🏃🏻🐕
A day off from the dog-walk as both my babies seem to be under the weather. 🐕
Shane had a wash and trim yesterday. 🐕
Dropped the dogs to the groomers. All I could hear was Leela crying as I went to drive away. 🐕🥺
Maybe I need to get their walk done, then head out when we get home from the trail? That means a 5km run straight after a 5km walk. I prefer running up the trail, it’s a lot more pleasurable for me. No cars, fewer people and beautiful countryside. Maybe a walk/run and stop seeking perfection? 🏃🏻🐕
I am utterly racking my brains trying to work out how to get my running routine back on track. I used to run with my terrier, but since getting our lurcher, things have changed. He loves stopping and sniffing whereas the terrier, like me, has no time for stopping. 🐕🏃🏻
Got up at 6am, walked the dogs, breakfasted and relaxing with a coffee now. Good job, Benji. Good job. 😐🐕
I’m kicking myself for not getting up at 6am to take the dogs out for their walk. 8am rolls around and I can’t help but think ‘I would have been back by now’. 😐🐕
Up at 6am the past two mornings to get the dog walk done and dusted early doors. Horrible going out at that time, but great to get my exercise completed before the day starts. 😐🏃🏻🐕
Shane the lurcher had another wobble this morning and hid, shaking, in the garden. Leela the terrier and Shane managed to escape the garden last night through a gap in the hedge, which they know they shouldn’t do. Leela was covered in cow shizz but was unbothered, Shane obviously ruminated. 🐕
Every now and again my anxious, trauma infused lurcher will have a little wobble and sit in the garden, refusing to come in. He did this often when we first adopted him and it generally ended up with him running away and hiding for a while. Anyway, he sat, he rummaged and came back this morning. 🐕
Stopped feeling sorry for myself and got up at 6am to take the dogs up the local trail. Saw some hares, my arms are an inch or two longer after Leela and Shane’s futile attempts to ignore their predatory nature and strain the leash trying to persue said cute little leporids. 🐕🏃🏻
Missing my Runs.
I adore my walks with Leela and Shane, but my body misses my runs. I think Leela misses our runs, too. Shane, bless him, loves his sprints around the garden but there’s too many scents to distract him on a 5km+ jaunt, so we all just walk and allow him to do what makes him happy. I’m not sure there’s enough hours in the day for walks, for runs, for hobbies and housework - but maybe I need to make some time. 🐕🏃🏻
Took Leela the terrier to get her yearly vaccination. Somehow between getting her out of the car and going into the vets, I cut my thumb and bled everywhere, then Leela piddled on the floor due to anxiety. A fine impression I must have made. 🐕
Well, that’s better. 🐕
