I've always said that if you get a dog you have to turn being with it into a hobby - I don't have the conscience to shut an animal in my small apartment for 24 hours a day. The goal is to spend about an hour a day walking her, taking her to places that are a bit exciting for us both, not just wander up and down the street right around where I live. And in spite of me feeling utterly knackered and having no energy I thought "Get up, get out, you owe it to the dog".
I live in a tiny town nestled between a large-ish hill/mountain and a river. Sounds idyllic, no? Anyways, this hill has a rather pleasant view and a number of trails running up and down it. So, I got out, stuffed the dog in my car and drove a bit up the hill, parked and found one of the trails. Naturally the dog is 10 times more fit then me, so after a while I let her loose so she could spend up a bit of her energy. After a while she disappeared around the corner, and when I came huffing and puffing around said corner, she was on the ground. Rolling around. In sheep's poo. Oh, good. I did mention I have a white poodle, no? There was nothing for it but to turn around, stuff her into the dog cage in the car without totally ruining the car's interior, drive back home and stuff her in the shower.
So what did we learn? Dog leash? Good. Sheep's poo? Bad.
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