Wednesday, February 21, 2024
Rack, The Vet Said You Can Walk, It Doesn't Mean You HAVE To Sniff EVERYTHING!
I admit it. The short walks were annoying.
I'm from Philadelphia (Area). We walk EVERYWHERE. I am one of the few people who has actually worn more than one pair of sneakers through the sole to the cardboard on the sub-sole below it. Above it? I'm not sure. You think that through. The ball of the foot, the heel, I know where my step is because of where the shoes are worn through.
Others from the Philadelphia (Area) are welcome to sit on the bench. A Typical Day for me is to walk 3 miles (5 Km) plus. I learned that at the time Philadelphia was the fattest city in the nation while I was in the middle of a set on the Pec Deck on Nautilus. I laughed at the irony and continued my set.
When I was told that we had to walk Rack only short distances, he's on No Tail Wagging Rest, I was confused. It took a visit to the vet and get growled at by staff to change things.
Rack has his stitches out. He has a pink spot "on his butt" where they were, and he has fur growing back. But he is back to being allowed to walk "normally". Which means now I have my walking partner back and can just "go".
So that day I did my usual 3 Miles or so. Every damn tree. "Come on, Boy, you already sniffed that plant!"
Oh wait, it's been two weeks, a couple downpours, a "micro-burst" of a tornado and a lot of weather in the interim. New dogs, new things to sniff. Even most of the flowers from the blooming Mango trees have been blown down.
*grumble* Well, at least we can get a proper walk in!
I know we're now on Perpetual Hospice. We'll never know until it happens whether we got all the cancer out. But for now, it's back to "normal". It's not just a setting on the washer, it's a comfortable routine.
I guess I am lucky that I don't live "Out West" where The McNab Dogs roam. They're smart enough to know that indoors is where the beds are warm, and the couches are comfy so many McNabs just walk away from the farm and "get lost" by their choice. I'd have a pack of them. Regardless of what the Ranchers say, there are some McNabs that are Working Dogs In Name Only.
Except... those Working Dogs will find their own Job. Mine has us. That's just fine. He fits in well with our lives. Even if I have to clean up after him after two solid weeks of changing him into Doggy Depends diapers and he's got the Cone Of Healing on now, it is nice not to have to be on High Alert.
We'll take that and run with it.
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