The title says it all really.
If you are asking me what I’m getting up to on the weekend, chances are, it will involve at least one dog walk. Usually a nice long jaunt on a Saturday and a well deserved rest on a Sunday. This weekend was no different. Or it would have been, had I also taken photos on the Sunday, but as it stands, it’s all dog walks and things that are green, with absolutely no proof that we left our house on Sunday, galavanted through town, spent the afternoon at a friends house – where Dog-Face behaved quite nicely, much to my pleasure – and then trudged all the way back home to the blissful sounds of Dog barking at strangers.
Lesson learnt: Dog-Face is a right cranky mare when she has had no sleep all day. Luckily the only evidence of that is my downtrodden mood after such a good day and a look of “oh please, no. Do not bark at this person as well” etched into my face.
Funny story: three days later, she’s good as gold and we are cancelling our trip to the sausage factory.
Let’s focus on the Saturday where we took a ride over to where Kris works and let Dog run wild through the fields of potatoes.
We spent about an hour or so plodding down the path without seeing another soul. We even lucked out with the weather, after being promised a mostly cloudy day, we ended up spending most of our time in the sun.
We never ended up going anywhere, we just walked in a straight line and hoped to find either a bit of shade or a log to sit on for a rest. We opted for shade and the dirt in the end due to a shortage of strategically placed logs.
And that’s how we do Dog Walk Saturdays, followed by Dog Sleeps All Day Sundays. Before I go, can I interest you in a game of Spot The Dog?