Last week I was taking two dogs to the park. (They were Border terriers, and I was looking after them for someone. I've never walked dogs before.) The first 3 days went well, so on Thursday I set off to the park, confident that everything would go as planned.
Soon after I had set off the first problem became apparent. I had forgotten the way to the park. My last few directional brain cells had given up their job. After some aimless wandering, I decided to go for another park, and found it. In the park, I let the dogs off the lead, and followed them around.
At the back of the park there was an overgrown area surrounded by a high wire fence. The gate was locked, but there was a hole in it just above ground level. One of the dogs discovered this and got in. I called him, but he must have seen something like a squirrel or a cat, and they both disappeared into the dense jungle. I had a packet of their favourite biscuits in my pocket, and I scrunched the packet, but there was no sign of them.
After some running around the fence, I caught sight of one of them. There was only one way forward. I squeezed through the hole in the fence, a feat which I would previously have thought was impossible without injury, and charged through the jungle like a disgruntled rhino, ignoring the thorny branches which were transforming my hairstyle into a wild mane. Soon a curl became caught on a twig, and I struggled furiously, but it was stuck. I broke the twig and crumbled it out of my hair as I went on. After some more of this, success at last! I caught one of them and put him on the lead. But the other was still at large. I could hear the tinkling of his collar, and this led me to the back gardens of a row of houses. He was running from one garden to another, somehow getting over or under every fence.
Perching on someone's back garden wall, I called "Oscar!" for a ridiculously long time, hoping that he would find his way out. No such luck.
I went round to the front of the houses, after fighting my way back through the thorny tangle, and rang people's doorbells to ask if there was a dog in their garden. One of them insisted that there couldn't possibly be, because there were high fences on both sides, but I had seen it all from my vantage point.
Eventually someone said that there was a dog in her garden and brought him out. Oh, the relief.
The next day I still couldn't remember the way to any other park, which resulted in a repeat performance of the above. Who says apnea doesn't affect brain function...
Pets are certainly good for keeping fit.
(Fitness training, chapter 1 is here http://forums.deeperblue.net/forum7/thread63524.html)
Lucia
Soon after I had set off the first problem became apparent. I had forgotten the way to the park. My last few directional brain cells had given up their job. After some aimless wandering, I decided to go for another park, and found it. In the park, I let the dogs off the lead, and followed them around.
At the back of the park there was an overgrown area surrounded by a high wire fence. The gate was locked, but there was a hole in it just above ground level. One of the dogs discovered this and got in. I called him, but he must have seen something like a squirrel or a cat, and they both disappeared into the dense jungle. I had a packet of their favourite biscuits in my pocket, and I scrunched the packet, but there was no sign of them.
After some running around the fence, I caught sight of one of them. There was only one way forward. I squeezed through the hole in the fence, a feat which I would previously have thought was impossible without injury, and charged through the jungle like a disgruntled rhino, ignoring the thorny branches which were transforming my hairstyle into a wild mane. Soon a curl became caught on a twig, and I struggled furiously, but it was stuck. I broke the twig and crumbled it out of my hair as I went on. After some more of this, success at last! I caught one of them and put him on the lead. But the other was still at large. I could hear the tinkling of his collar, and this led me to the back gardens of a row of houses. He was running from one garden to another, somehow getting over or under every fence.
Perching on someone's back garden wall, I called "Oscar!" for a ridiculously long time, hoping that he would find his way out. No such luck.
I went round to the front of the houses, after fighting my way back through the thorny tangle, and rang people's doorbells to ask if there was a dog in their garden. One of them insisted that there couldn't possibly be, because there were high fences on both sides, but I had seen it all from my vantage point.
Eventually someone said that there was a dog in her garden and brought him out. Oh, the relief.
The next day I still couldn't remember the way to any other park, which resulted in a repeat performance of the above. Who says apnea doesn't affect brain function...
Pets are certainly good for keeping fit.
(Fitness training, chapter 1 is here http://forums.deeperblue.net/forum7/thread63524.html)
Lucia
