It’s not a secret that I’ve been doing some fun walks with the girls this week. For the most part, I enjoy taking them places and they are pretty good at walking together for me, unless something interesting to sniff comes along. I allow for that kind of thing and try to remind myself that we are walking to exercise our minds as much as our bodies. We took a few weeks off from walking together while my foot was on the mend, and our recent walks are reminding me that there are a lot of things you have to keep in practice with or you lose them.
The other afternoon as I was walking the girls, I started to notice something. We were having difficulty walking in a straight line. You might think this was because Bunny and Flattery were interested in smelling something or getting a better look at something they saw. You would be wrong. The problem appears to be that I have developed a magnetic personality. Or, at the very least, a magnetic leg.
Bunny and Flattery have both sort of laid claim to me as their preferred person. It’s a first in the history of our family that two dogs prefer me. Flattery is less attached than Bunny, and she will happily go with Mr. Taleteller if she thinks she has the chance to do something fun. When it is just me with the two girls, though, it’s a different story.
It starts out innocently enough. The leashes go on, I get our gear handy and we get situated so we’re all heading in the same general direction. The girls get a few good sniffs in to get in the mood. A few potty breaks later, we’re finally in the zone to do some walking. This is usually the part of the walk where it starts getting fun, but a complication has arisen.
It seems that I have become some kind of prime real estate. Instead of trying to walk along like we usually do, there has been an unusual amount of jockeying for position to walk right beside me. Normally, this happens once or twice as we walk, but lately, it’s gotten to the point where I feel like we must look like we’re in a three legged potato sack race. No matter how far over I move, they keep coming closer and crowding me off the path. I tried walking them on either side of me, but it’s awkward and this seems to take the fun out of the game. The dog on my right always wants to cross back over to the left side, where they are supposed to walk.
Fortunately, we’ve been walking at times when there are not a lot of people around to see our comedy routine. Those who do must think I’m some sort of drunkard who can’t walk in a straight line. I haven’t heard anybody laughing or seen anybody pointing, but it might be because I’m too busy just trying to stay on my feet and keep us headed in the general direction of where we need to go.
Hopefully, this phase passes quickly. I love that they both want to be close to me, but sometimes we all need a little space, too, even from those we dearly love. Otherwise, you’re likely to end up in a heap on the side of the path.