" Stay!!!" I scream.
Mercifully she does, though panicking towards the busy road.
I careen on my backside down the embankment she can't climb.
Horror averted, I shake for some time.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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6 comments:
30 words are more than enough to communicate this experience...at least to one who has had a dog of her own (who rarely listened, it seemed) and loves them...i'm still trying to calm my heart after my vicarious living through this with you and Mol!
Thanks Zephyr. The awful thing was she was trying to get to me, but the only way she could see to do it was taking her closer and closer to danger, as she had found her way down from the embankment path via a small stairway I hadn't realised she could get onto (she is fascinated by stairs), could see me up above and ahead of her, and kept going forward rather than making her way back the way she'd come, which led her right onto the road below. She tried then to scramble up the bank to me, but it was just too steep, and she felt she ought to try to get round via the road, which had no verge or pavement after where she was... difficult to explain without diagrams! Anyway, I slithered down and grabbed her, much to both our relief, and led her back the way she'd come. All's well... I don't tend to worry when I know she's behind me, so I didn't notice she'd strayed till too late.
bless their souls...dogs!...and their love, and desire to be with us. i live in a huge old house and back then i did lots of work in the darkroom. He could have spent the hours i was in there anyplace he wanted: forbidden couches, beds, etc etc...but without fail, everytime i opened the door to come out, he was there on the floor waiting for me.
Ach, makes me shake just thinking about it.
Aiee. Wonderfully evoked. Glad you got her back safely, and without injuring yourself.
You had Porridge worried there for a moment...
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