Maggie was poorly at 4.50am and got me up. Luckily there were no accidents indoors and once she’d gotten rid of whatever it was that had upset her, she went straight back to sleep until around 8am.
We thus had a pretty late start to the day and sadly missed the New Year’s Day band of people rushing into the freezing cold sea for a dip in aid of charity.
These were taken last year, but you get the idea! Brrrrrrr!!!
Hubby has hurt his shoulder so walking any distance with his sticks is even more painful, so I walked Maggie on my own. I went through the park and the lake is beginning to fill.
It’s unclear as to what is actually going to happen to all the contaminated straw bales that are still at one end, but at least the ducks and geese have somewhere to swim or paddle.
I had to laugh when a goose was walking down the slope towards the water and it did the splits. One leg went forwards and the other went behind it as it slipped in the mud, but it wasn’t hurt, just perhaps a little embarrassed!
Above previous picture of contaminated straw bales, below the lake today
I saw lots of people, some I knew, some with dogs, many without, and wished them all a good morning and Happy New Year. All greetings were returned.
With each one, my heart lifted, it put a bouncier spring in my step, and by the time I got to the cafe where we usually stop for tea and cake, I was almost floating.
It felt so good to be alive, and although Dick was non-invasive, it was a wake-up call as to how precious life is.
I stopped to chat with a family who have a boxer cross that had major hip surgery early last year and she has recovered brilliantly. Their daughter gave me a hug (she’s about 20) and I felt like I was glowing from her warmth and friendliness.
Moving along, I met up with other people I know from walking Maggie and again it was all smiles and positivity.
One guy had a GSD pup, and was talking to Zack’s owner and another lady who was so supportive with my ‘afterwards’ concerns having had the op herself and reconstruction several years ago.
Zack, a photo given to me by his owners, as he reminds me so much of Colin’s ‘Ray’.
The pup was a birthday present, and the guy was the one-on-one trainer Zack’s owner had gone to with their nervous GSD, Vogue. Although the pup was in training and he didn’t usually allow fussing, I was allowed. Maggie and pup sniffed noses, both were content, then the pup sat in front of his master looking up at him and did not move an inch!
When it was time to go, the dog was rewarded and they moved away. I could see why she had gone to him for help and guidance. Vogue is still nervous, and it didn’t help when a new dog on the block attacked her on the beach. (The owner said it was a puppy and only wanted to play, but I’ve met this guy and his dog, which is a staffy cross bigger than Maggie but with none of the gentleness some of the staffies have. It is also about 18 months to 2 years old IMO, and I would not trust it (or its owner for that matter) as far as I could throw it.) If I see this lady out, I always wave and give them space knowing how anxious Vogue can be. She is much better than she was, but an attack out of the blue like that has knocked her back again.
All in all though, it was a wonderful way to start the day………….. and the year.
More of this then please.