Wednesday, 18 December 2013

We need dogs!

We, as in humans generally, and not just to pose next to in a Victorian photographic manner: my dog and I are slightly amused, or confused . . .  
This, if you are new to this blog, is Mark (the one on the right) and new super-dog, Gala.
Amongst the many reasons we acquired her were: companion for small dog (bereft of ancient other dog, Una, who passed away in the summer — sob), guard dog and the thought of being able to help at at least one abandonned Spanish greyhound (Galgos/Galgas) But the main reason was one of serious enforced exercise.


The runty small dog can make do with a vague amble down the road or a boot up the arse to send him out quaking to take a pee; we needed something with an urge to walk, for hours, possibly days.
Greyhounds generally fit this requirement admirably. They will walk anywhere at any pace for as long as you like, then slip gracefully onto any soft surface (preferably the sofa) when you return to the house, and remain there until food or further suggestion of walkies occurs.
This morning while watching 'Telematin' and exercising! I saw a feature by the lovely 'Fanny-Bidget Cohen' about moving around — i.e how we are formed to move, run, catch, climb, dig etc etc, not drive, look at screens, and eat iced buns while doing so. Of course we know these things, but it's always good to have them reinforced from time to time.
So, the big dog . . . brilliant: you have to walk her in any weather, for at least twenty minutes at a time, even in vile freezing drizzle, thus returning to the house, limbs tingling, heart rate increased and generally feeling better.
Even when I lived in London in a tiny flat, the same applied — walking George the manic Jack Russell/Fox Terrier with added bonus heart rate increase as she would invariably try and attack any other living dog/cat/duck/pigeon.
I'll have to try and find a picture of her — well before digital, and stored in a shoebox somewhere along with all the other London memories.

3 comments:

  1. Beeea-utiful dog. I hope she settles in well. (And rescuing abandoned greyhounds is so important.)

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  2. And Himself (who used to work in a music shop) is interested in the unusual guitar.

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    1. Hi, belinda,
      yes, Gala the greyhound is really settling in now, such wonderful dogs! And the guitar . . . mmm, not sure if it's particularly unusual. it actually belongs to two friends (not sure who owns which end) and I play it, sort of.

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