Walks in September.

I suppose any talk about Borris should start by saying that he is a very “difficult” animal. And that’s me putting it mildly.

If he stays too long inside the courtyard, he gets very anxious, builds up a lot of energy that needs to be consumed or else Mum’s flowers and our cats will suffer. So this summer I tried to take him out for walks as often as possible. Of course, I first had to replace the other leash he broke and then repair the new one he broke, but in the end I managed to subdue the “beast” (more or less).

I try to keep off the busy streets, because people don’t seem to like him very much. And I avoid the areas where I know stray dogs will be lurking about, because apparently they like him too much. It usually takes 300 meters from my gate before Borris realizes he’s not gonna be pulling me the whole way, and then another 20 minutes or so until he sees that he can’t go and make “friends”. But if I were to take him out every day, I know things would get better. And just like all unemployed-on-holiday-students, I can’t find the time… .

Yes, it sounds like I’m being mean to my dog, being too lazy to take him out sometimes, I know, but we understand each other so well! We’re very alike you see: he eats like a bear, I eat like a bear (a very cute bear!), he likes to lie in the shade all day, I like to lie in the shade all day, he likes to run around, I like to run around, sometimes he’s too bored and lazy to go after the ball, sometimes I’m just as lazy to get out of the house, he enjoys biting (more like pinching, but with his teeth) people’s bottoms, I enjoy… well… 🙂 something similar. Anyway, you get the idea… so Borris totally understands my lazy behavior cause he’s very much like me.

(photos with pond area taken by me, using my self timer skills)

We both love our freedom to get what we want and go where we want when we want… the only difference is I won’t bite the people who stand in my way.

And as far as our walks are concerned, I suppose they make my day a little more interesting… the adrenaline I get from taking him out is the equivalent of five coffees.

Angajez…

Pe o poartă din Jimbolia..

Mergeam într-o zi pe strada principală, mai exact pe porțiunea de la semafoare (care nu mai sunt acuma) până la statuia Florian, când am văzut acest “anunț”. Tre să recunosc… m-a cam tentat, dar din păcate nu știu să fac masaj medicinal… :))