Day 71; Footnotes of Broken Records And all That Jazz

 Bella and I were back up on the mountain today. That made four days in a row, which is the first time we’ve done that. While my breathing is not as labored now and I no longer look and sound like a landed catfish would look struggling to breathe, my leg muscles are not adjusting well.  I was hoping that my leg muscles would be doing better, but then I remembered, I no longer work, I’m no longer standing, walking, pushing things as I once did. I spend way too much time sitting in this chair. Which is one reason for the mountain trips. Today though, by the time I got home, I was exhausted. All of the other things I had planned, didn’t happen.

 Bella was a bit grumpier today as well. All some other dogs had to do was appear as if they were going to move in her direction for her to growl. But I keep a tight hold on her leash and admonish her with a quick, sharp “NO” and she readily obeys. I also praise her greatly when she strolls right by other dogs as if they aren’t even there. 

One thing I have always done, is keep an eye out for people with dogs. Especially people who think leash laws do not pertain to them. Or, those who have dogs that they cannot control. I dealt with that today. I saw them coming. He was a young guy, maybe somewhere in the vicinity of my son’s age. He had what looked to be a Belgian Malinois. The dog appeared young, probably not a year old. It was on a leash. The guy had no control over that dog. It was all he could do to hold onto the leash. Bella glanced in their direction but I managed to get her to keep walking. I wanted as far away from them as possible. That guy was seriously in over his head.


 If only the lady who wasn’t happy with me because I gently mentioned her small dog needed to be on a leash, could see that big dog and see how it was acting and how little control the guy had. Maybe then she would understand I wasn’t trying to be a jerk but to help her protect her dog. 

We didn’t stay long up top. I really was planning on doing stuff when I got home. We stayed maybe twenty minutes, got something to drink, I always carry water (and a bowl) for me and Bella, and caught our breath. I took a few photos, just because I could, and then we started down.

 I could tell that Bella was learning better how to walk beside me, and that she was tired, because she was walking better beside me. Tired she doesn’t have the strength to try and drag me up or down the mountain. But, walking beside me as she should also helps me control her better around other dogs. And she gets lots of praise. 

By the time we got home, I was like her, ready to sit and stay. Actually she stretched out in the floor and slept a while as I scrolled through email notifications. I didn’t get a single other thing done.

Which means tomorrow will be busy. There is a jeep group meeting tomorrow which is also a chili cook off. I plan on making chili, I hope they like it. Only time will tell, and as long as I don’t chicken out once again and not go. Going would mean breaking another record for going new places on my own. Jeeps, chili, friends, and all that jazz.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to Day 71; Footnotes of Broken Records And all That Jazz

  1. leendadll says:

    Nice pics! Congrats on 4 days of mtn walking! I basically spent all of yrs in bed so you cam imagine how little it talks for me to be exhausted and wheezing! There was a time when simply standing for a shower required more energy than I possessed. I’m better now but still can’t walk very far.

  2. My late husband had COPD, walking was at times very difficult for him. He would never have been able to hike like I am now. I think that is one reason why I am trying so hard is to keep myself as able to do these things as possible.

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