I’ve always enjoyed going for long walks along our country lane. A couple of years ago, however, a family moved in to an empty trailer down the way. One of their dogs was small, but vicious. I’m not talking growl and yap a little. This bad-tempered creature charged everything and anything that moved – cars, horses, goats, cats, other dogs, and people.
|I've always enjoyed walking in the rain!|
The snapping and yapping was loud and threatening. He nipped at several people and terrorized other animals on the small farms and ranches around him. He was a ringleader of weak-willed dogs that followed his bad lead. He’d sneak back home after showing them how to create havoc by dumping over trash cans and chasing cats up trees. The other dogs got in trouble while he went free.
His human mom tried to keep him in the yard, but he knew every possible way of digging holes or tearing up fences so he could roam free. To my dismay, I could no longer take my one and 1/2 mile walk to the main road and back. I shortened my walk to a striding pace to the end of the driveway and back several times a day. It just wasn’t as much fun!
|There's always so much to see.|
It looks like they’ve moved! There’s been no sign of the dog or the residents for a couple of weeks. I keep watching for the dog when I drive by. My hope is that they got the stick house (a building made of real wood) they were looking for.
Walking is part of the way I watch my health and weight (which tends to creep up on me when I slack off). I’m looking forward to stopping by to watch the antics of the baby goats down the street and talk to the llama that watches over them. Best of all, I’m looking forward to fitting into a new pair of jeans I recently bought that’s just a little too snug.
How do you handle pesky pets from other families? What do you do for exercise?