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Sep. 21st, 2018 08:05 amThe full moon and warm breeze made last night the most beautiful night of the year I've experienced. I don't usually have any kind of reaction to the full moon aside from thinking it's kind of pretty. Together though, the shades of darkness and shadows, the nearby impenetrable black of trees, and the warm breeze like an exhalation from a living forest (which I could imagine being behind what was actually a strip of woods in front of the train tracks) felt mystical, and somehow sexual. I thought of an image someone on Facebook had posted of a satyr, waist-deep in the water that the ends of his long, lush hair nearly reached, magnificent horns stretching up from his head, and couldn't help but think of finding a convenient tree stump out in the woods to be bent over by such a creature.
As nice a thought as that was though, I mostly tried to keep my mind on the dogs. I walked a couple of big dogs, including the first dog I've dealt with who is as crazy on leash as![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
restoman's dog, Lily. Junior pulls pretty badly even on a prong collar, and before I got the prong on him he was putting his full weight (which I'd guess is 50 to 70 pounds) into yanking me toward whatever caught his attention. He almost toppled me once, which takes some trying for a dog to accomplish! Lily never did, but she's fifteen or twenty pounds lighter and not quite as strong.
There is a very sweet dog named Quinn, maybe part German Shepherd Dog, there who has a broken leg in a cast. It doesn't seem to slow him down much, but he doesn't really want to go anywhere anyway. I couldn't even get him to pee on his first walk because he just wanted to sit on my foot and snuggle against me. I didn't want to have to put him back in his crate; he just seemed so needy and clingy.
There is a little white Maltese named Spice who wasn't quite as clingy but still was desperate for attention. She loved the little walk I gave her, but really wanted affection at the end when I tried to put her back in her crate. She's scared and shivers a bit once she's alone and the door is closed. I so wish I could take her home with me and cuddle her. And Quinn too. And Junior, except he wouldn't sit still long enough. And all the other dogs too, for that matter.
My ride in to work this morning was slower than usual. I took some Ibuprofen this morning for soreness that came from walking two miles while holding onto big, excitable dogs, but I was still a little achy and slow. I'm glad it's Friday.
As nice a thought as that was though, I mostly tried to keep my mind on the dogs. I walked a couple of big dogs, including the first dog I've dealt with who is as crazy on leash as
restoman's dog, Lily. Junior pulls pretty badly even on a prong collar, and before I got the prong on him he was putting his full weight (which I'd guess is 50 to 70 pounds) into yanking me toward whatever caught his attention. He almost toppled me once, which takes some trying for a dog to accomplish! Lily never did, but she's fifteen or twenty pounds lighter and not quite as strong.There is a very sweet dog named Quinn, maybe part German Shepherd Dog, there who has a broken leg in a cast. It doesn't seem to slow him down much, but he doesn't really want to go anywhere anyway. I couldn't even get him to pee on his first walk because he just wanted to sit on my foot and snuggle against me. I didn't want to have to put him back in his crate; he just seemed so needy and clingy.
There is a little white Maltese named Spice who wasn't quite as clingy but still was desperate for attention. She loved the little walk I gave her, but really wanted affection at the end when I tried to put her back in her crate. She's scared and shivers a bit once she's alone and the door is closed. I so wish I could take her home with me and cuddle her. And Quinn too. And Junior, except he wouldn't sit still long enough. And all the other dogs too, for that matter.
My ride in to work this morning was slower than usual. I took some Ibuprofen this morning for soreness that came from walking two miles while holding onto big, excitable dogs, but I was still a little achy and slow. I'm glad it's Friday.
