This summer my poor dog sprained her ankle (ouch!) and after $800+ in vet bills to ensure she didn’t have joint disease and four weeks of swimming exercise only –we’re finally back on track with daily walks. Here are some things I noticed during my walking hiatus:
1) I walk a heck of a lot faster and with more purpose without my dog, but I have less occasion to walk very far.
2) I think my relationship with my husband is better when we walk in the mornings, perhaps conversation flows more freely with fresh air. I missed making plans for the day and week while trading who picked up the Newfie land mines.
3) Walking to get an Americano from Zoka with my dog and husband feels earned, while driving to Starbucks on the way to work for one, is well, excessive.
4) My neighborhood feels more like a welcoming community with friendly strangers when I have my 125 lbs. Newfoundland in tow. Here are my most common scenarios:
- There is the obligatory dog meet/greet as other seemingly friendly dogs and owners approach, and in some cases (more appropriate for weekend walks) you carry on full dog-themed conversations to establish age, gender, personality traits of each owner’s dog.
- My personal favorite would be when parents carrying or pushing a stroller with a toddler point out my large dog and the child points and stares mouth agape in shock, “look at the big DOG.”
- Random smiles from people on the street, with comments like, “What a beautiful dog,” and “Is that a bear?”
Now that daily walks are back on, I realize how nice it is that my dog can warm the mood of a passerby from stranger status to amiable neighbor, bring dinner plans and sharing top of mind for me and my husband, and even justify morning my coffee purchases.