My heart was heavy when we left for our walk yesterday and I was looking forward to just enjoying the nice weather with Sampson and Delilah.
We started out in the field and they got some zoomies on, then the other side of the field was calling them so I headed off in the opposite direction. They quickly joined me.
I’ve been avoiding the back portion of the trails as some of them are fairly steep on their own and made even more treacherous with snow and ice on them. It was a nice spring-like day though, so I opted for the steeper trails to give the dogs a change of smellery.
Delilah was doing super well off-leash until we came to the area close to the rail trail (a very popular walking/jogging/biking trail,) at that point she blew off her recall and ran out onto the trail.
I kept calling her and I started to head down when I realized she was going farther away. She was very close to having access to 8.5 miles of blazed trails and so I turned around and headed back towards the field. After about a minute or so (it seemed like 10) she ran back to me and then she was leashed for the rest of the walk.
As we got close to one of the two entrances to the trail, I noticed someone walking in with Tia the GSD on leash, I called Sampson to me and leashed him up as well.
Delilah’s leash is 15 feet and Sampson’s is just a tad shorter, so maybe 13 feet. I find it extremely difficult to walk two dogs on leash.
One heads this way, the other heads that way and then they switch. They did this just as we entered one of the trails.
I took my eyes off the trail to look at their leashes and in the process I missed seeing a branch that was sticking out.
I face planted.
Not like last year on New Year’s Eve where I lost my footing and scrambled to keep from falling.
Not like that at all.
One second my left foot hit the branch and the next second my face hit the ground.
It happened that fast.
My left knee, my right wrist and my mouth took the brunt of the fall.
Immediately I tasted blood and using my tongue inspected my teeth to insure I hadn’t loosened or broken any. When my face displaced the snow, some of it splashed up on my glasses, and both gloves were wet so I couldn’t wipe them off.
When I fell I dropped Sampson’s leash.
The uncaring oaf Thankfully he just stood there staring out into the woods. Delilah rushed to my side and stuck her face in mine.
Needless to say the walk didn’t accomplish what I’d set out to do, I cried all the way home and am now sporting a fat lip and a bruised wrist.
How was YOUR weekend?