Bunny here at the keyboard writing about my start on the Idita Walk.
The weekend is usually our time for adventure, but it wasn’t too adventurous for me. Friday, everybody said it was so cold that it was dangerous to be outside. So, on the first day of the Idita Walk, we had to stay home. Saturday, Küster and Dad were invited to speak to a group of people about Search and Rescue, and I wasn’t invited, although I think I could have showed them a lot about therapy dogs. After that, they went to training. When they went, they took Mom along and nearly froze her to death. It resulted in another day without a walk for yours truly.
On Sunday, I put my paw down and told Mom that we had to get cracking on our Idita Walk minutes. She agreed and we bundled up to combat the cold. Dad and Morgan weren’t as hearty as we, and stayed home to smell the meatballs that were cooking in the Crock Pot for the Super Bowl party they were going to later. I guess we know who is really dedicated around here.
It was a nice, sunny day and we saw our Boxer neighbors from down the street out walking, too. We took our usual route, and even though I like some variety on the weekends, it was nice to get back into our routine after missing it for a few days. We went up High Street and through the park. It was a lovely day for a walk. There was just enough snow to make things pretty, but not so much that it made it hard to walk.
I’m glad we got out and got started. It was cold, but it was also invigorating and we got a good start on our minutes. I know that it’s my responsibility to get Mom out there and moving, and it was nice to have her to myself for a little while. Now that we’ve made our first steps on the Idita Walk, I think the rest will come much easier. Sometimes, taking that first step is all you need.