The other day I dragged my rollerblades out from the cupboard for the first time since I arrived over here. In fact, it could even be the first time since I left Manchester, or going further back…the first time since I skated around Paris. It’s been a while.
Now I’ve always thought that people who try to skate while taking the dogs for a walk are either foolish or just plain crazy. But, if they can do it, it must be possible right?
I tried to skate with dogs in tow. Never again. It was very scary and maybe it didn’t help that I was rather rusty on them myself but the slightest incline was not fun. I’m so glad that for once I didn’t have to deal with clearing up after a dog, that could have been disastrous.
Quince was weird, thought he’d be the easier dog to control, but instead he decided he wanted to run the whole way around the route…he NEVER does that!! It’s usually me dragging him along while he stops every few yards to sniff something exhaltantly. Trying to slow yourself down with a running dog on a slope is somewhat ridiculous. At one point I had to drop his lead thinking that it was okay, Quince is the good dog, he won’t go far. Yeah right!
So I’ve tried it, I know better now and I have rediscovered muscles I’d completely forgotten about…ouch!
Skating and dogs = really stupid.
Oh, and while I’m talking about Quince, he’s still being a freak. He won’t go into the back yard and we are having to make sure he sorts himself out because we’re getting a little fed up and disturbed by his offerings in the dining room. What the hell is wrong with our dog?!