One walk, three perspectives
It’s funny how one walk can have three perspectives. Yesterday, Pebbles and I went for a walk together for the first time. We went down the quiet lane opposite the house again, as I’m happier there. Pebbles can go up into the village another day. I found the whole experience confusing and stressful. For one thing, I wanted Mum to hold my lead, but she was holding onto Pebbles. Secondly, every metre or so, Pebbles jumped on me. She wasn’t doing it in an unfriendly way, rather the opposite. Even so, I did not then or ever want to be jumped on by a fourteen week old puppy. I spent the whole walk, and I do mean the whole walk, telling the world I didn’t want to be jumped on by a puppy. I might have stopped barking for a minute or so, but that was probably all. From my point of view the walk was a disappointment and a stressful event.
Then there’s Pebbles view
You cannot believe how excited Pebbles was to be able to go for a walk with me. Given I didn’t actually want her to be there, she took no notice of that fact at all. She didn’t bark once. Not once! Her tail was up, she was confident, happy and, I may have mentioned, jumped on me roughly once a metre.
She discovered the excitement of sniffing everything along the verge. She hadn’t done that the day before. It was also a constant battle for Mum not to end up so wrapped up in the lead that she fell over. From Pebbles’ point of view the walk was the most wonderful time in the world, like, ever!
Mum’s view
Frankly, I was disappointed with Mum’s view. I’m her dog aren’t I? Am I not her beloved and faithful companion? Isn’t my happiness the most important thing to her? Not anymore it seems. Mum thought the walk was on balance a success. Pebbles and I had not shown any real animosity to each other. Pebbles wasn’t put off by my behaviour. We all arrived home none the worse for the experience. Mum did wonder if she should offer ear plugs to anyone living in the surrounding houses, but I think she was just being mean saying that.
The worrying thing is that we may be going again today.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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