Last memories
While walking this pair, it’s not so bad, the Labrador doesn’t pull at all but over the last few days I have been looking at the Alsatian and how he pulls in response to things happening around him. When he pulls, it’s when he feels that he needs to be in charge, to be the pack leader. I have been trying the trick of keeping the leash short and pulling him back while saying “heel”. You are also meant to turn them around and place them slightly behind you, or at least level. It’s very hard work. Even on these relatively quiet very narrow roads that we sometimes go along where they are barely one car’s width wide, there are things that put him into pack leader mode, cars, horses, other dogs. You can lead him away from things so he doesn’t get stressed, hide in a lay by when a car appears and so on. I changed the walk we were doing to avoid walking down a busy road at the end of the walk, and also where the field path is blocked by a useless style. So it’s a better walk for him and me. Google maps doesn’t show many of the paths, I have a good map but I can’t carry it with me. We still walk past a huge Scout Activity centre. Occasionally we smell bonfires, with the smell of Autumn in the air mixed with their smoke.
On the old route the fields were really wet and partially flooded. I soon found my walking boots were not waterproof, these not leather ones often don’t keep their water proof ness. So I went out and got a new pair of leather ones. I was amazed the staff member did not try and get me to buy a can of the spray stuff they normally try to flog you. The Labrador has a really funny trait, I may have mentioned it before. When she is getting wet, she decides to douse her head in the grass and walks along with her head bent down so it gets a good soaking too. I have no idea why. The Alsation has a slightly less charming trait, if he is trying to mug me for food, he drools terribly. The other day the families nephew was her in the house and he practised piano on the instrument in the living room. Sure enough the Alsatian started howling like a wolf. He does this when the families eldest daughter practices her saxophone.
I had my fish and chips on Friday, I ate them in the car, my first meal undisturbed! I pay about twelve pounds for a large cod and chips at home, here it is sixteen. That’s a big price hike, but it was a good meal. One night the Alsation decided when I wanted to go to bed he wanted a game of tug with his almost destroyed football. So we went to bed with the ball which I finally managed to toss out of the bed later on. We all woke in the middle of the night with the Labrador sneezing again and again. She does this now and then. Even in the gloom you could see the Alsatian was concerned about his adopted sister and then she stopped and all calmed down. He ended up at the bottom of the bed, she lying lengthwise with her head on the pillow. I was behind her and wrapped my arm around her lovely sleek coat. She is like a black bear. One Sunday morning, because the clocks went back, I was expecting to get my wake up call at six, but they hung on until half past, which given dogs don’t understand day light savings is not bad.
I have been getting on well with the final touches of the new version of the web page, my last addition should be a pop up that when you go to the website, it puts appears to tell you the next day the store opens. I have not written it, ChatGPT is the author. I just do the binding together process. One morning, we set off on our walk and I ended up going a different way. We ended up going up a steep grassy hill, at the top we could see Oxford in the distance, unfortunately not the dreaming spires but the main object I could make out was the John Radcliffe hospital. Oh well, I know what’s there. On the way back, where the track is partially flooded both dogs wandered in the deep puddles , perhaps to cool their paws off. At the beginning of this sit, I ended up having to have a nap in the afternoon. Now I can keep going, so my stamina is going in the right direction. I won’t end up doing nine km every day when I get home, but I hope to do a few more long walks. I am now eating the meals I made last week and froze, there will be a few to take home and pop in the freezer. On the walk we do we past a cycle which has been locked up for all my time here. I fancy it’s been stolen, but it’s an odd place to leave it. As people do, people are dumping empty bottles and cans in the cycle helmet which is hanging off the bike.






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