Aneeda72
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It is my second walk of the day around 8 am. Got my phone, got my walker, and off I go. Dodge the younger set on scooters, racing down the sidewalk, on their way to school. The cute little girls scoot on by-big sister about 8, little sister about 6, both yelling hi as they race past. Little one turn around, waves, falls off scooter, gets up, yells “I am ok”, and races on.
Next encounter is the young woman with the, guessing 8 month, totally untrained old goldendoodle on a retractable leash and his companion a tiny mixed chihuahua. This young lady is rude. I say good morning, she makes a face, and pulls her dogs away from me. I have warned her not to let either jump on me.
Continuing on I say hi to the people out and about, cars leaving, waving to everyone, and now, since they all are used to me they say hi too, or wave as they drive away. Some stop their cars, roll down their windows, and yell good morning.
. It’s all good. More social contact than I’ve had in two years.
I reach the mail boxes. There is a woman just getting out of her car. Have not met her before. She says hi, I’ve seen you walking. Yup, I walk a lot. She then launches into a conversation about how she should walk, how she doesn’t walk, why she should walk, when she can start walking, how far she can walk, and when she might start walking.
Oh, gee, I am trying to walk now. But I engage with her, I listen, I response.
Then she says, oh, wait. She runs over and turns her car off. Oh, dear, so we are talking more.
. Now she talks about how she is trying to save gas cause her rent got increased. 
. I sit down on my walker, walking is paused. Her rent raise and saving plan is discussed which leads to a talk about her disabled son finally getting a job, which leads to all the info on her son, his disabilities, his age, where he goes to school, and how she made him get a job. I mention my disabled sons, briefly, just to you know, join in while she breathes for a second.
Then we heard a loud bang. Sounds like the apartment worker in the golf cart that just passed us might have hit something. Let’s go see I said, expecting her to walk around the corner with me. Nope, she jumps in her car and drives around the corner.
. I walk around the corner, nothing to see.
As I walk around the curve, here comes the woman with spaniel. He pulls like a husky in the last lap of an Alaskan dog race. Waving, yelling good morning, she jesters me to come over. I really could stay where I am, her dog is closing in on me fast, pulling her along. The woman in the car, who never did get her mail,, waves and yells, I got to go. The lady with the dog yells hi bye at her. I yell bye.
The woman with the spaniel yells, I’ll pay you to walk my dog every morning, and races over to me. Hmm, it’s starting to get hot, I want to finish and get inside. I’d walk your dog, I say, but your dog doesn’t walk, he pulls. You could wrap the leash around your walker. Yes, I could, I reply, then he’d pull me and the walker over. Oh, she says. I got to walk I say. We will walk along with you she responds. Ok.
Explaining also that they want to show their dog. I think they should show him how to walk on a leash without pulling. I think they should show him how to potty on command. Or show him not to pull her like she was a sled. But I say nothing. She points out that when he stops to sniff the ground, he stops pulling on the leash.. He’s a good boy and it’s her husbands fault that he pulls. Hmm, ok.
As we walk, she launches into an explanation about how long it takes her dog to poop, how it interferes with her morning, how she wishes I could walk her dog, and on and on and on and thank the dog gods cause he does a dump and she says. Oh, good, such a good boy. Picks up his deposit, says she’s got to run, remember I can come to her apartment anytime and play with him, and off she goes, her dog’s poop in a bag in her hand.
I briefly wonder if shes bronzes the stuff.
Continuing on with my walk, dogging the unfriendly guy with the black lab who is pulling him across the lawn, I get to the daycare center which has the little ones out drawing with chalk on the sidewalk so cute and so quiet. Usually one or two are screaming their brains out.
. They don’t notice me, thank heaven. I walk on.
Rounding the corner, I encounter the guy walking his border collie-very brief hi how are you conversation in passing. He is always nice and polite, pulls his dog up on the grass and walks him by. Great dog, likes to walk, walks well on a leash, doesn’t pull, takes a couple sniffs in my direction, and we go our separate ways as I continue on.
Walk past the apartment with the huge husky that is litter box trained. He fills half the patio, the box fills the other half. He barks a little at me, I remind him not to, he stops, and on I walk. Balcony lady is on her balcony. She yells hi, waves, wants to talk, but I tell her I am behind in my walking and I got to go. She yells, oh, ok. Plus so hard to hear what she says.
I encounter the older than me woman with a cane out for her small walk. I think she says hi. I say hi. She says something, waves her hands, and smiles. I do the same. She speaks Italian, I do not. She does not understand English. Yet, we connect. Two old woman taking their walks, ships passing in the night. I feel sorry for her, I know she must be lonely although she lives with family. They have a standard poodle, stubborn big dog.
On the corner the woman with a black poodle, full grown, and a white poodle, 3 months, waves and says hi. She has her dogs on the retractable leashes, and pulls them away from me. They bark bark bark. She tries to hush them, she can’t. I walk on.
The 10 month old cuter than heck corgi with separation anxiety, sitting on his patio, gives me a few good morning barks. He is on the small side and so very cute. Finally, I reach my apartment. The second walk of my day is done.
I love the apartment.
Next encounter is the young woman with the, guessing 8 month, totally untrained old goldendoodle on a retractable leash and his companion a tiny mixed chihuahua. This young lady is rude. I say good morning, she makes a face, and pulls her dogs away from me. I have warned her not to let either jump on me.
Continuing on I say hi to the people out and about, cars leaving, waving to everyone, and now, since they all are used to me they say hi too, or wave as they drive away. Some stop their cars, roll down their windows, and yell good morning.
. It’s all good. More social contact than I’ve had in two years.I reach the mail boxes. There is a woman just getting out of her car. Have not met her before. She says hi, I’ve seen you walking. Yup, I walk a lot. She then launches into a conversation about how she should walk, how she doesn’t walk, why she should walk, when she can start walking, how far she can walk, and when she might start walking.
Oh, gee, I am trying to walk now. But I engage with her, I listen, I response.Then she says, oh, wait. She runs over and turns her car off. Oh, dear, so we are talking more.
. Now she talks about how she is trying to save gas cause her rent got increased. . I sit down on my walker, walking is paused. Her rent raise and saving plan is discussed which leads to a talk about her disabled son finally getting a job, which leads to all the info on her son, his disabilities, his age, where he goes to school, and how she made him get a job. I mention my disabled sons, briefly, just to you know, join in while she breathes for a second.Then we heard a loud bang. Sounds like the apartment worker in the golf cart that just passed us might have hit something. Let’s go see I said, expecting her to walk around the corner with me. Nope, she jumps in her car and drives around the corner.
. I walk around the corner, nothing to see.As I walk around the curve, here comes the woman with spaniel. He pulls like a husky in the last lap of an Alaskan dog race. Waving, yelling good morning, she jesters me to come over. I really could stay where I am, her dog is closing in on me fast, pulling her along. The woman in the car, who never did get her mail,
, waves and yells, I got to go. The lady with the dog yells hi bye at her. I yell bye.The woman with the spaniel yells, I’ll pay you to walk my dog every morning, and races over to me. Hmm, it’s starting to get hot, I want to finish and get inside. I’d walk your dog, I say, but your dog doesn’t walk, he pulls. You could wrap the leash around your walker. Yes, I could, I reply, then he’d pull me and the walker over. Oh, she says. I got to walk I say. We will walk along with you she responds. Ok.
Explaining also that they want to show their dog. I think they should show him how to walk on a leash without pulling. I think they should show him how to potty on command. Or show him not to pull her like she was a sled. But I say nothing. She points out that when he stops to sniff the ground, he stops pulling on the leash.
. He’s a good boy and it’s her husbands fault that he pulls. Hmm, ok.As we walk, she launches into an explanation about how long it takes her dog to poop, how it interferes with her morning, how she wishes I could walk her dog, and on and on and on and thank the dog gods cause he does a dump and she says. Oh, good, such a good boy. Picks up his deposit, says she’s got to run, remember I can come to her apartment anytime and play with him, and off she goes, her dog’s poop in a bag in her hand.
I briefly wonder if shes bronzes the stuff.
Continuing on with my walk, dogging the unfriendly guy with the black lab who is pulling him across the lawn, I get to the daycare center which has the little ones out drawing with chalk on the sidewalk so cute and so quiet. Usually one or two are screaming their brains out.
. They don’t notice me, thank heaven. I walk on.Rounding the corner, I encounter the guy walking his border collie-very brief hi how are you conversation in passing. He is always nice and polite, pulls his dog up on the grass and walks him by. Great dog, likes to walk, walks well on a leash, doesn’t pull, takes a couple sniffs in my direction, and we go our separate ways as I continue on.
Walk past the apartment with the huge husky that is litter box trained. He fills half the patio, the box fills the other half. He barks a little at me, I remind him not to, he stops, and on I walk. Balcony lady is on her balcony. She yells hi, waves, wants to talk, but I tell her I am behind in my walking and I got to go. She yells, oh, ok. Plus so hard to hear what she says.
I encounter the older than me woman with a cane out for her small walk. I think she says hi. I say hi. She says something, waves her hands, and smiles. I do the same. She speaks Italian, I do not. She does not understand English. Yet, we connect. Two old woman taking their walks, ships passing in the night. I feel sorry for her, I know she must be lonely although she lives with family. They have a standard poodle, stubborn big dog.
On the corner the woman with a black poodle, full grown, and a white poodle, 3 months, waves and says hi. She has her dogs on the retractable leashes, and pulls them away from me. They bark bark bark. She tries to hush them, she can’t. I walk on.
The 10 month old cuter than heck corgi with separation anxiety, sitting on his patio, gives me a few good morning barks. He is on the small side and so very cute. Finally, I reach my apartment. The second walk of my day is done.
I love the apartment.
. Hi, she says. I sent you a text,about walking, but you must not have got it. I did not get a text. This darn phone she says, you pay so much for them and they don’t work. Hmm.
