Like me, my dogs are middle-aged. Unlike me, the sight of a lead and the thought of going for a walk fills them with so much excitement that they become hysterical. You'd think they never went out, though nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, now that I'm able to walk them again myself without any difficulty, they're getting more exercise than ever. They don't seem to be suitably grateful! We go out, a mass of excited squealing and waving tails and, 20 minutes later, they start complaining and wanting to go home.
Today, we were starting the homeward trail when I had to take a doggy deposit to the bin about 100 metres back the way we'd come. As soon as I turned to retrace our steps, two tails went down and eight paws dug themselves into the ground, making it necessary for me to heeeeeeeaaaaaaave and tug on their leads to get them to move at all. Finally, they followed me, muttering and grumbling all the way.
As we returned to the route home, they cheered up tremendously and dragged me up the hill, tails at half mast, casting suspicious glances over their shoulders. They didn't completely perk up until they saw their garden gate and were convinced they weren't going to have to do a few more kilometres!
It's quite nice to know that I can now wear out my dogs' paws on a walk and still feel fit enough to keep going after they've decided it's home time!
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