I thought I’d take you with on a morning walk with Rosie and share with you the ramblings in my head as I walked. I’m a walker. I love walking and have walked on and off so much over my lifetime. I used to walk for physical exercise but now my main walking goal is more for my mind than my body. Walking just gives me time to process. I can’t ever remember a time that I felt bad after just getting in from walking.
Rosie loves walking. We walk about 3 miles when we go out and we aren’t speed walkers. That takes us about an hour or so if we don’t run into someone and chat. Many days we walk in the evening with a friend of mine. Rosie and I are getting so we walk more and more even on days when my friend isn’t able to walk.
For a bit when we were on walks, I was having trouble with Rosie pulling or tugging on the leash. It was enough that if we saw a rabbit on our walk, she was really pulling. So, after a few times of that with a sore shoulder, I ended up getting her a prong collar and our walking days have gotten MUCH better.
I know some of you are going to cringe and think it’s terrible to use this style of collar but seriously, it was my shoulder (which I have trouble with) or her learning some manners with the prong collar. The collar essentially is self correcting so if she’s walking like she should, there is not pain to her at all. If she’s pulling or tugging, the collar will poke her. I HIGHLY recommend the collars. It makes all the difference in the world as to how much better our walk goes. HERE is a link to the collar. If your dog pulls and is hard to walk the collar makes all the difference.
Anyway…back to our walk. We walk through town, right on the road. There aren’t good sidewalks in town and the sidewalks that are okay are narrow. Walking on the road also allows my friend and I to social distance while we walk. We don’t see to much traffic so it’s relatively safe too.
When it’s just me and Rosie, we go through the cemetery. It’s a nice peaceful cemetery. Kramer is buried here-ish. I say “ish” because technically there are two cemeteries side by side. One is St. Mary’s cemetery. It’s associated with the Catholic church here in town. The adjoining cemetery is the town cemetery. Anyone can be buried here.
We belong to the Lutheran church out in the country but Kramer never liked the cemetery for that church. He always liked this cemetery and wanted to be buried here on the “town cemetery end”. I was fine with that too so he’s at this cemetery.
They’ve made improvements to the cemetery this year. They took down the old ugly fence along the end. If Kramer were here, that would have made him so happy. He hated fences. It looks so much nicer and cleaner.
On this day, early Sunday morning, it was so peaceful…One of those “my kind of church” days. The water was running in the stream. I was so tempted to take my shoes off and sit a minute with my feet hanging in the water. Maybe another day. I just love the sound of water trickling. I was a little afraid if I sat down, it would be hard to get up and get going again. It’s likely the prettiest spot on our walk.
Being I’m just rambling, and walking with Rosie, I should probably give you an update on how she is doing…Rosie is doing great. You might remember I told you a bit ago that she had crystals in her urine again and the vet recommended she stay on the special dog food. Well accidents have stopped happening. I think in the last week we’ve only had kennel accidents and that was twice when I was gone and she was in the kennel for over 5 hours. Being I live and work from home, Rosie has lived a pretty posh life. She rings the bell (these bells I use for potty training her)…I jump up and let her out…no “holding it” for her. I think that has gotten her bladder so that she isn’t used to “holding it”.
When I see how good Rosie is doing with the right food, it reminds me again of the blog reader who suggested she would “send Rosie down the road”. Rosie didn’t need to “go down the road”. She needed love, patience and the right food. She’s a changed dog again. It’s sad when people aren’t patient with their dogs and don’t work to find a solution especially if something is an easy of a fix as changing dog food.
If your dog is having lots of accidents, I highly suggest getting a urine sample and have it tested for a UTI and a check for crystals in their urine. It can make all the difference. I don’t know of a single dog that “wants” to have accidents. Poor Rosie puts her head down and is totally embarrassed. She knows she’s not suppose to and wants to please me. She’s been so much happier so the expensive dog food is just going to be what she gets.
Being she can’t have treats or other foods, I ended up buying this set of balls for her.
The blue ball on the upper right is her favorite.
I tuck her regular dog food into the “jaws” of the ball. Then she works and bites to get the food out. This will keep busy for quite awhile. Carver loves taking the ball and tucking the food into it. She likes the green ball too. That one I put treats in and then as she rolls the ball the treats get “spit” out. I thought the balls were a bit of a compromise being she can’t have treats anymore. You can find the balls HERE on Amazon.
As long as I’m rambling about Rosie…look at her here with Gannon, what a little beggar.
Now she’s giving me the evil eye…”come on boss” she says..back on topic.
Oh yah…our walk. We’re coming up on the end of it…back home. Oh, I love our house. Every time I see it I can’t help but think of Kramer and all the work and love he put into it.
In our married life, I followed wherever his jobs took us. He was a farmer. He loved the land. We went where the farming jobs took us. So often we lived in the houses the farmers provided. I never got to pick houses…I never got to change paint colors. It wasn’t my favorite way…but it was a way we could stay close to him. I always longed to pick a house. I am so thankful that once I did get to pick, it was this house.
Seven years ago when we bought this house, I never imagined it would look like this. I never imagined where I’d be now…walking with a dog who wasn’t my Ruby…walking through the cemetery where my husband who worked to make this house our home is now buried… Walking back to my house without them both, but still fairly content and surprisingly doing okay. My mind is cleared and I’m ready to move on into the day. Walking is so good my body, but mostly, it’s so good for my brain. It lets me ramble so I can come back home and get something done.