Rosie is a dog. An American Bull Terrier I think. She is pitch black except for one little white paw. She isn’t my dog, she belongs to my Neighbours but I take her for walks. I also take their other dog Maxie for walks, but this is about Rosie. She is one year old and quite a handful. So today we were walking together down by the river. Usually I hold on to her lead but occasionally I let go of it to allow her to investigate places I either can’t go or don’t want to go. She was sniffing around a small stairway with a gate at the top. Not far away, I saw an other man walking with his dog next to the river. In anticipation of preventing an altercation between Rosie and the other dog, I went up a few of the stairs to take hold of Rosie’s lead. As I picked it up, Rosie saw the other dog and bolted down the stairs, pulling me over backwards. I fell flat on my back on a wall next to the stairs. Still holding on tight to Rosie’s lead, she couldn’t really go anywhere so she jumped back up the steps and onto my chest. She was startled and puzzled at the same time. The man with his dog were also wide eyed and the man said “Are you alright?” Now in that split second, I thought well, you know I always lie flat on my back on a wall next to a staircase in public with my head and shoulders in the bushes and my legs dangling over the stairs with a startled dog on my chest. So I looked at him and in the most polite way I possibly could, I said “Yes, Im alright” and he and his dog did the right thing. They ran away. Fast.
Walking Rosie
23 Thursday Jan 2014
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