“When I’m in turmoil, when I can’t think
when I’m exhausted and afraid
and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks.
It’s just one of those things I do.”
― Jim Butcher, American author. 1971 –
I am enjoying one of those weekends with Daisydog. For those new to this blog, or those who may have forgotten, Daisydog is my No 1 grandson’s dog. As is so often the case, James moved on, Daisydog stayed with his parents. And now I have the pleasure of spending occasional weekends minding her when my son and daughter-in-law are away.

Daisydog is getting old and she quite likes walking with me because we walk at the same pace – two elderly ladies out keeping each other company. As soon as I mention the word she takes off to get her collar from the handle of the drawer.
Yesterday, yet another beautiful autumn day, 20℃ we went for a walk along the river bank. Even on such a lovely day, the pathway was almost deserted.

Where was everybody? Inside watching TV, sleeping in or maybe shopping. In any event, we enjoyed our time meandering along, watching the pukeko family busily foraging for food. We met a stray dog who took one look at Daisydog and decided to take off and find someone younger with whom to play.
By the time we had walked a km or about 1,500 Steps she was exhausted – as an older dog, she suffers from arthritis in a hip and so we don’t go on the long rambles we did even a year ago. So I took her home and she settled into one of the many beds she has around the house.
As Tom T Hall sang “aint but three things in life worth a solitary dime, but old dogs and children and watermelon wine”
I continued my walk after she was settled down. But I miss those long walks we used to have.
My almost walking day
was rounded off by early drinks with new friends followed by dinner with old friends.

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Reblogged this on I choose how I will spend the rest of my life and commented:
Meandering again and it’s not even Monday.
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Nowadays, I feel very proud of myself if I can get 3,000 steps in! But then I remember I’m carrying the equivalent of a large backpack in excess weight …
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3000 is good for those of us who can really be described as elderly.
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I prefer “mature” – or “vintage” 🙂
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Nothing like a dog or two to get you out walking. My two keep me busy. I’m glad you’ve got Daisydog for company from time to time.
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But the walking is slow and short.
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Sounds like a perfect day.
Can I borrow Daisy?
She sounds like my kind of dog.
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She is the perfect dog for we elderly ladies.
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Well, JB, I think this is the best blog ever written I think! BTW that photo I took of you yesterday during our FaceTime is a perfect signature photo! Now I just have to figure out how to do the same for me!
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I will take photos on Thursday when we speak.
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Made my day!
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My dogs get me over any hesitation I feel at getting out in the weather. As they get older, slower, and more riddled with aches and pains, I sometimes try to sneak away with whichever dog is feeling most lively, so I can get a little speed in along with the distance. Other times, I’m more than willing to let my old dogs set the pace! Lovely post, Judith, thank you!
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Thanks Cindy. Most days I need a shove to get me out walking.
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Sounds like you had a lovely day!
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A day spent with Daisy and then catching up with friends, is a lovely day.
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