Tag: Raghs

A thing I don’t like about her…

She never walks with me.

She usually walks a few steps behind. Always has.

Her excuse used to be that I was walking too fast for her. But she didn’t keep dropping farther back. She kept pace, just a few steps behind.

Some times, when she’s pumped up – after a successful project, exercise, or from an exciting news – she walks ahead. Literally, leading the charge.

I’m a laid back kind of person, so I like her more leading, than trailing.

Yet, what I prefer the most, is walking side by side. Something she rarely does 1.

  1. The only exception is when we take Chewie for a walk, together. Then, often, we walk together.
    Unless Chewie is on lead, and decides to pull the holder ahead, sideways, back, up, or down 🙂 ↩

Because I’m happy

Woke up happy. The book last night had been good, the bed had been better than previous night, and the dream was not a negative one like usual.

Got happier. Someone donated £5.00 to the Clutter Free fund. Thanks Rami!

Got happier. Got the “You’re in” magazine from London Marathon ballot. I’ll finally be running the London marathon after 4 attempts!

And then happiest person around. Kissed and hugged and made up with mi amore. And hugged some more1 :)

  1. Though I really wanted to hug her, and kiss her last night when I was crying and laughing while reading that book. Still, better late than never :) ↩

The little smiles #3

We’re waiting outside the station to pick up Raghs. Suddenly, the boy’s tail starts beating rapidly. There’s a girl walking towards us. I know it’s not her, but he doesn’t. She crosses the road over to the other side. He follows her all the way across, then the tail stops. Eyes back at the gate.

Tail starts wagging again. Loudly this time. Really loud. He knows it before I do. She’s here.

We rescued a cow

Yesterday, Chewie and I rescued a cow.

While walking on the mount, we noticed the cows were congregated around one of the bottom gates, and there were a couple of ladies on the other side of the gates. Initial suspicion was that the ladies wanted to get on the mount, but the cows were blocking them. Soon, it became clear – as the walkers had exited the mount, one of the greedy cows had followed them through the first trap gate to get to the vegetation in the middle. As the gate closed behind her, the cow got trapped between the twin gates – meadow on one side, the heavy traffic of A31 on the other.

On realising its predicament, the cow started getting agitated – not letting the walkers back in to release the inner gate. Other cows too congregated around the gate out of concern.

Once the situation was clear, I put Chewie on lead, and we calmly walked down to the gate. As the other cows saw us approach, they quietly dispersed, leaving the gate access free. I stood on far side of the gate, Chewie calmly stood next to me, and opened the gate. The trapped cow, quickly scampered through – to the meadow, to other cows, to freedom!

The ladies thanked us, the cows gave us a grateful smile (I’d like to believe), and we walked back up the mount. Halfway up, I released Chewie off lead. He found the ball that he’d dropped earlier, and we merrily carried on home, happy1,2.

  1. I was happy at having helped a cow, but more so at Chewie’s composure – he stayed calm all through, acting mature, never showing any concern towards or against the herd of cows, let alone bark or growl.
    Chewie was happy because he had the ball, and we were headed home to his food – the two loves of his life :) ↩
  2. The scenario as it’d have happened if Raghs were with us: I put Chewie on lead, to go rescue the cows. She starts protesting, getting concerned at how he’ll behave, and how the cows will react to us. Chewie senses the anxiety in her body language and tone, and starts getting anxious himself. His anxiety passes on to the cows – through body language or barking. Unsure if we’re friendly or not, we get charged by a dozen, heavy cows. My remains may right now be splattered, mixed with cow dung, on the mount. ↩