Walking the dog, again

Have I mentioned that I love walking dogs?  I do.  Give me a dog, a leash and of course, an excrement bag and then get out of my way.  While spring and fall are my ideal when it comes to weather for walking, if the dog will walk, I will walk.

Doodle is the second dog, in my long experience, who will walk as long and as far as I am willing to go at the other end of the leash.  Since I have walked miles at a time, even without a dog, I think this is pretty cool.

My late friend Cardi, a black Lab, was the first dog I had ever seen do this.  She was the BEST dog ever.  According to me, obviously.  Put her on a leash and she would follow her nose to the ends of the earth, if allowed.  I am SO tempted to say she  was a smart dog.  She was, in many ways.  A slow learner about things sometimes.  I’m not sure she ever grasped that skunks should be left alone.  Having said that, I just realized, I never shortened the leash when they were around.  Huh! that stopped me in my tracks.

About Doodle, he’s a fun dog to walk.  We had a beautiful, crisp autumn morning to enjoy.  So we did.  And that was what reminded me about Cardi and just following her nose.  He does the same thing.  Didn’t even attempt to turn towards home until I guided him that way.  My coffee was getting cold.  My mistake, pouring it out and all, before his walk.

He did another thing I’ve seen dogs do and quite frankly, will never understand.  He found something really gross and probably smelly and tried to roll in it!  Fortunately, I have learned to shorten the leash for stuff like that. 

Doodle is a friendly, curious little beastie and I’m going to miss walking him when he moves to his new home.  Don’t know when that is due to happen, so, until then…want to go for a walk Doodle?

Doodle

Walking the dog

For all the yoyo enthusiasts, this is not what you think.  You are, of course welcome to read on, if you choose.

I was walking Doodle yesterday morning and was reminded of something I’d forgotten from the last time I walked a dog.  Maddie, that was…one thing at a time.

Dogs don’t like it when you scoop their poop!  Dog lovers of the world, can I hear an amen!?  When you’ve walked as many dogs as I have you start to notice trends.  Like yesterday morning when I heard myself asking Doodle:  are you full of s@%^ or do you just make it up as we go along?

By the third pile he should have been empty!  He’s not a big dog and doesn’t consume more than the usual amount of food for a dog his size, so, what’s the deal here?

And to take this to the completely absurd (gross) the texture from first to last changed from solid well formed to soft and squishy.  Which was why I was pretty sure he was making it up as we went along.

If I were not attempting to be a good neighbor, in all likelihood this whole topic might have escaped my attention.   I can’t help wondering if things would be different.  It’s like, by removing the evidence of his existence he is compelled to make more.  This is a consistent pattern of behavior.

I can’t whole heartedly support just leaving the piles.  Like everyone else, I’ve stepped in a few and it stinks, literally and figuratively.  What is the alternative?  I guess if the dog can adjust (sort of) so can I.

 

Doodle

Doodle