Sunday, May 27, 2018
Back to the Heath, Cautiously
I took Olga back to the West Heath yesterday. It was the first time we'd walked that far since she injured her back leg and her front paw a couple of weeks ago, and I tried to treat her a bit gingerly to see how she'd do. (I only threw her Kong toy a couple of times, for example, because when she chases it she goes all-out. I think that's very possibly how she injured her ligament in the first place.)
Contrary to what you might assume from the picture above, she did fine. She got really hot at one point and lay down smack in the middle of the shady road that crosses the West Heath. (No cars use that road, so she was fine there.)
But then she took a dip amid the duckweed in the pond on Sandy Heath and that perked her right up.
She also got wildly, crazy muddy -- so muddy that passers-by laughed at her. And yes, she chased squirrels.
But as is always true of Olga, by the end of the walk most of the mud had magically disappeared. Her fur just sloughs it off. She still got a bath when she got home.
I was glad she got through her walk OK, but it's kind of sad that we've reached the point where we have to think cautiously about her activity levels. Our Olga is seven or eight years old now, so she's well into middle age and I guess those joints may be getting a bit tired!