Wednesday, 7 February 2018
Five Miles Through The Frost
The thermometer read 0.4 when Pop and I went out for a run round the lanes this morning. I've been sticking to backwards and forwards runs since the start of Jan, but as we neared the end of the lane this morning I decided I was bored with going up and down the lane so we turned right instead and headed off up a long, steady hill. Having made it to the top, we turned left down another lane which heads off downhill, bends at the bottom and evens out. The lane is old, with native hedges either side and a handful of farms and thatched cottages along its length, but it's mainly fields with horses grazing. No one else was about this morning apart from a couple of cars whose occupants came past smiling at Pop.
Pop was in fine fettle. It's only the second time she's run with me this year and she was happy as a lark to be zooming along the lane, dodging puddles of ice, little legs working and ears flying. She certainly couldn't wait to stick her head through her running harness when she saw it this morning and had lifted her paw up ready to stick it through the leg part before I'd even asked her. She's a clever girl. Ted, who has somehow managed to split one of his claws which has become infected, wasn't allowed to come. He wouldn't have enjoyed it anyway as road running isn't his cup of tea. He still pushed in front of Pop when he saw the harness though and tried to stick his head through it. Poor boy. Last night at the V.E.T he had to endure a very exuberant pup, whose Mum didn't seem to be aware how much her baby was annoying my old man, jumping about in his face. Ted is usually the most patient of people, but after a few minutes he'd had enough and snapped at the baby who sat down very suddenly. It was quite comic. He then glanced up at me as if to make sure he wasn't going to get into trouble. A quick head rub reassured him and he spent the remainder of the waiting room time sitting down quietly, leaning against my leg watching the other occupants. He's got 5 days of antibiotics (delivered in cheese, so he's happy) and isn't allowed to go out for walks and is meant to wear a plastic bag on the affected paw whenever he goes out into the garden. Hmmm. I left him with a pile of dried fish squares this morning and couldn't hear him barking.
It wasn't too cold once we got going- the sun was out, the sky was a clear blue, and here and there there was a light powdering of snow which had fallen briefly in the night and remained caught in the shady patches. It was glorious, refreshing and invigorating and I felt loads better for it by the time we got back. Five steady miles and all's well with the world.
Hope you're all enjoying your day, wherever you are and whatever you're doing :o)