Beauty of walkin an Oldie

When the 5 mins walk round to the park takes 20

When pooing becomes a fine art, specially placed so Mom has to go under hedges to retrieve it or perfectedly placed so the person walking behind you nearly steps in it dead centre of the path

When you watch in wonder as overtaken by a snail

When your only half way round the park, whilst your remaining ''dog pack'' have done 6 laps already

When that small hump becomes a mountain to climb

When you get the look of ''Mom move that, tree as it's too wide to walk round''

When you reach the other end of the park, as your ''dog pack'' are on thier way back

When sitting at the road is giving time for second wind

When walking back.....the oldie is walking faster than the young-uns(becuase they are knacked)

When the old lady with her zimmer, is over taking

When your foster son and young-uns are back home 5 mins before you


Don;t you just love the Oldies

Oh Reah, taking up the rear
I do so love that old lady, she has such class...I feel her every step and stumble when we walk together, esp on the stoney bits
Give her a big cuddle from me steph, she does well considering all that she has been through...I love her

Elaine xxxx

Aw I love them!

Freddy (11 year old Bedlington) is getting dropped off tomorrow, so slow walks for us for the next three weeks

There's a guy with a bearded collie who comes down to the field. Shep is 15 years old (I think, maybe older) and is so sweet. Sometimes he comes into the field, rolls around on his back for a bit then decides it's times to go home. Sometimes he has enough energy to come and have a sniff of our pack

hee! hee! forgot one...when getting back is a good excuse to ''snore'' your head off
He sounds just Reah's type

She does two or three rolls and then lies there waiting for ''hometime now then''

So true!
And the bit when your attention wanders and they head purposefully up someone`s drive...
or the heart-stopping moment when you see them beetling towards a pond and there`s no point shouting because they`re deaf.
And the determined sniffing of every marking-place and lamp-post
and the way they sprawl snoring for hours afterwards, provoking guilt and anxiety in their owner in case it was to much for them...

Oh my your so right....and that stopping at every lampost etc., geeeeeeeeeez

Loved this, Steph!

Aww so true.

Slower Reah may be but she doesn't like being left at home does she

This thread has really made me smile, thank you!

I do love oldies, they have a magic all their own
And when I want to stop and chat to every second person, they're grateful to stop also.
Happy to snuggle next to you on the couch and use you as a padded cushion to rest the oldie bones, and you daren't move for disturbing them, which you don't want to do as they look so sweet.
I treasured every one of my Spotty's oldie moments and wouldn't swap the memory of them for the world.