I mentioned that my first meet-up with a doggy plus owner via BorrowMyDoggy reminded me of my singleton blind dating days. Well, the similarities continued: the night before our second date, I got a text cancelling it! The owner had given it more thought and decided I was not a good fit for Angus after all.
I felt rejected and dejected, to a ridiculous degree. I think it triggered bad memories from my spinster days. But all behind me now. My dear husband consoled me by offering to join me on a walk instead. We went to the Malvern hills, walked for nearly 2 hours, 5000 steps mostly up followed immediately by 5000 steps mostly down, and not a murmur of protest from the new hips. That was a few days ago, I waited to post until it was clear that there were no after effects. All clear. Wonderful!
There were some advantages to taking husband for a walk instead of Angus. I didn’t have to keep him on a lead, and I didn’t have to pick up after him.
But lucky me, I don’t have choose between a doggy and my husband. (Husband would win, in case you are wondering.). So I jumped back into the doggy dating game. I have my second date with Edgar on Thursday, and a promising message from the owner of Frodo. Updates to follow.