But when it was -5
the other day, it wasn’t as cold as it is today.
In my last blog I told you about where I’m going tonight… I also
said I was going out with my friend D. but before all of that I was about to go
out to a place I wasn’t looking forward to.
Well I went with the wagging one and we weaved in and out of
weeds and cut down bracken! Early this morning I had to go out to pick up
something important. It had to be done today. But, the sound that no one wants
to hear was out there. It was the sound of huge industrial trucks with machines
I wouldn’t want to walk into. So, I put it off for a couple of hours until it
all went quiet. Harnessed up my little guide dog who was more than delighted to
be off, and wagged her way out of the door. Seriously, one day that tail of
hers will drop off with pure exhaustion!
Well it was bitter cold. But I had a coat on something I don’t
do often. And we shivered our way along. There were bits of branches all over
the path. The guys had been out to butcher our leafy avenue… and cut back the
nasty spikey finger like claws that grip onto you as you pass.
But the trucks had moved on. Remember what I told you the
other day about how we can sense things like cars parked? Well as I passed on
the road, it went quiet. I steadied my dog and walked with precaution passing
whatever huge vehicle it was.
Waggatail worked so very well all the way there and back. She
was brilliant. But then on the way back as I turned the corner. Oh, no, it was
the truck back and the noise was extreme. What to do. No way I could cross the
road. If I had I wouldn’t be able to hear the oncoming cars so it would be too
dangerous. Stand still. Hope that the guys would see me and let me know it’s OK
to pass them? Yep, best solution. I stood. And waited. The noise kept going. In
fact, getting louder. My dog walked a head I followed then we got too close for
comfort so I told her to stand and wait. Surely, they would stop knowing I’m
trying to pass? What if they are on the other side of the road? And they are
looking at me as if to say fool, what are you doing there? Well I have been
that fool before and walked by workman who had the road dug up and it wasn’t a
good outcome. Eventually the truck kept going but the tools stopped. OK Waggs. The
men are obviously mute and can’t communicate. May be foreign. So, let’s go for
it… I gave her strong commands to be steady and watch… find the way and so on. Under
my feet I felt nasty bits of wood chippings and long branches. I felt sorry for
my dog’s paws. Oh, she was amazing. She was rather happy to see humans and
wanted to greet them, but listening to my serious voice one she doesn’t hear
enough. She really was good. She walked me around half of a Christmas tree that
was across the path and avoided goodness knows what else. Now, if I had a white
cane, that outing would have been a total nightmare. As with the cane you have
to find every thing yourself. But a guide dog will walk you around everything. Well,
that is the theory and she did me proud.
With a white cane you find more. You learn a lot more about
your walks and your environment. But a dog will take you to safety faster and
is moreefficient.
Long and short of it, we got home I checked her paws and she
got her reward. A drink of milk and a biscuit. Her little milky whiskers were
smiling.
I felt so very proud of my little Waggatail. I was buzzing
with the challenge that faced us. I was more delighted with the fact a good job
had been done and together with my guide dog, we did it. A big cuddle later and
her favourite toy from the cupboard she was a happy Waggatail.
A quick turnaround then out for a late lunch with my friend
D.
For lunch which was breakfast too, I had a lovely cheese and
red onion sandwich crisps/potato chips and salad. Oh, and did I mention some chocolate cake?
I knew D and I would enjoy our afternoon. She’s great
company and full of stories. Put it this way, there are no silent moments with
us both.
I have never been to that coffee shop before. As we entered
it, it had very very old-fashioned music playing. Not to my taste, but it was
the chat I wanted to hear not the songs. There was a very old-fashioned metal
large car in the window where we sat. with a huge teddy bear sitting in it. The
furniture was old fashioned and the cups and saucers, well all of the crockery
really was really old like what my Nanna would put out on a Sunday tea. Well,
to be honest, I love that kind of crockery. And tea always tastes better out of
those cups.
The couple who owned it, I thought it was daughter and Dad. But
no, Husband and wife. Only the Husband sounded at least 65. My friend knows
them and said he was in his forties… no, way. Not on your Nelly? But yes, as my
friend knew him when he was a lad. I can’t believe how old people sound where I
live. I do wonder if it’s the pollution of a city. In my homeland of
Northumberland, it’s so clean the air, and voices are young. People are tall
and here they are so short. It’s odd how living in a city can change those who
are from there.
D, kindly paid for lunch for my birthday coming up and even
gave me a gift and a card. Bless her. I thought the lunch was enough. It went
too fast. I hope it’s not as long until we go again somewhere.
When I got back I was so pleased to be in the warmth. Oh, my
it’s so incredibly cold out there. And so toasty warm in the house. I have even
put our fire on as the heating isn’t quite enough, that’s how cold I am.
Going to finish off some laundry and make dinner then out again
to the pub quiz. Not even sure what I will make for dinner it will have to be
something my Husband can wolf down as he get’s in, whilst he eats that I feed
the Little Fella, let him out to do the doggy doodle dance in his garden and
back out immediately. BW get’s in when we are out. And BW is a vegetarian like
me so it’s two meals two meals that have to be OK to heat up and nothing too
much as I won’t have anything tonight and Hub eats meat BW doesn’t so what on
earth to make? Hmm…
Finally, I really want to go to a fortune teller. And tomorrow
I shall tell you about that story… but I really hope it can get sorted soon. More
on that in my next blog.
Hubs safe on the train after a very long day. He sounded
really fed up. So, not sure why, but at least he’s took time off work next
week. I, hope he can chill.
Talk soon.
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