When we first got Buddy I devised a walking rooute that took about an hour but that didn’t go anywhere near other dogs. i.e nowhere near the park. Strange I admit but I was nervous of taking another dog to the where other dogs might be after a horrible traumatic incident that happened in December 2009 with Lewis. That is another story, one perhaps I’ll never be ready to tell. So like I say, I devised this route and it took Buddy and I past some of the prettiest and different houses in this part of Leeds.
When I got braver we started to walk into the park and now seven months after Buddy came through the door I am okay taking him to areas where other dogs are. So recently I have been taking the shorter route to the park but this morning I thought I should check out what the gardens of these lovely stone built houses have springing up so we went back to our old walk.
And I have re-affirmed my love of that walk, past so many varied styles and types of houses almost all are beautiful and some have the prettiest gardens and garden features. The weather was mixed and we got rained on part way round but I didn’t mind because it was like seeing the streets of Leeds 8 afresh once more.
We headed towards the park then and past Roundhay Park Allotments. Now the pavements around there are made of old fashioned wonderful York Stone but in the damp weather they get slippery underfoot. And yep the embarrassement happened and I fell over! Took the skin off my knees and felt rather silly. However, I dusted myself down and hobbled off to the park.
I was still feeling pretty good about my rediscovery of the old walk and loving that perfect time between the end of rain and the sun coming out again where the air is fresh but you know the park will be quiet because of the rain.
Then we had the sighting of a mean old Crow clearly feasting on a baby bird of some kind. Which began to ruin my mood. But wait, there were the cute and teeny signets on the lake so that sheered me up again.
And then a lost pooch. The spotting of the lost dog came along with Bud and I meeting two little dogs that were with their owner but we all got in a tangle. The lost dog was trying to ‘hump’ Bud. Then Bud tried to hump one of the little ones then the other little one tried to hump Buddy. It was a dog nightmare all the while the owner of the two littles mumbled on about getting them on the lead…….eventually she did and they set off in the other direction from us. The lost dog ran off which eased my conscience a little bit. I hate coming across lost dogs I fret about leaving them there stranded. But as this one legged it there wasn’t much I could do.
We were nearly out of the park when we came across a woman and Springer puppy waiting bu the gates. Buddy naturally wanted to play with the pup so I chatted to the owner for a couple of minutes and found out that she was also the owner of the lost dog. Who apparently always runs off at the end of the walk.
Going back to pastures once travelled can be a good thing as I found that I loved the old walk, mother nature is out there as large as life and no dogs have been lost.
So everything was alright with the world once more.Apart from my bruised knees that is.