Walking two Siberian Huskies. It’s easy. And a
pleasure. The dogs’ owner warned me. It’ll be a challenge.
Because they pull hard. They were born
to pull dog sleds. But I encountered absolutely no difficulty. Polly and Stinky
didn’t mistake me for a dog sled. At most, it was a mild pull/tug. Of course, I
took them out individually. For several miles. They haven’t been accustomed to
daily walks. Confined to their yard. By so-called invisible fences. That’s why
I volunteered to take the dogs for walks. I’ll do it regularly. Because I
routinely walk 10 miles a day. Might as
well have company. Better it be with dogs. Rather than people. I like dogs.
Though I prefer not to be a dog owner. For now. Preferring my two cats. Loverboy and Chenuska. They are more than
adequate loving companions. Meanwhile, I
see all sorts of dogs in the neighborhood. Some of whom crave for daily
workouts. And don’t get beyond their yards. Indeed, a shame. That especially
goes for the Huskies. But that problem is being resolved. For a while, I was
walking Jack. A neighbor’s Irish setter. But Jack has found a new home. On a
farm. Yes, a blessing. Still another neighbor’s dog. Sasha, a mixed breed.
She’s been getting her daily walks. With me. For two years now. I’ve become a companionable
dog walker. Without having the responsibility of being a dog owner. A good
deal. For the dogs. For me. The last
time I owned a dog. Must have been at least 10 years ago. Beloved Dottie. A
German shorthair/black lab mix. Looked like the shorthair. She walked with me.
Every day. For thousands of miles. Maybe halfway around the world. Still, I
imagine she’s with me. In spirit. Lived for 17 years.
The vet attributed her longevity. To exercise. And loving. A nice combination.
Probably works. On humans, too. –Jim Broede
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