I walk them three times a week (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday), and over time we've developed a routine: I get them as wound up as I possibly can before we leave the house (not that hard), and then we race uphill for two blocks on our way to Corona Heights, where I let them off their leashes and we poke around on the trails and in the long grass and wildflowers.
Like so:
Anyway, when we left the house yesterday, Shelby started running for the hills, as is our custom, but Bella, for some reason, decided to do a funny little back and forth jig. Which sent me tumbling, yellow boots over ears, onto the pavement.
And here's my poor finger (I've included the other hand so you can compare the negligible bruise with my normal fingers). I've also got a goose egg on my knee.
Bella escaped unscathed.
3 comments:
Ow! Poor seester! Sounds like a fun walkies routine, though...hope you and your parts are better soon. <3
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We are sad about the owie but happy about the bucolic dogwalk. The poking around in the wildflowers sounds fun for all and the yellow boots in the air would have been good material for a plein air painter--though one supposes in digital camera days those have become pretty much obsolete...
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