It was all going so well….
…..until he vomited everywhere and birds started being shot out of the sky. Apart from that though it was a perfect morning out. As usual it was a bit of a struggle to get him on my side with regards to a walk. We arrived at Ticknall village hall wrapped up and well prepared with lunch. I decided as a treat we’d nip to the shop and buy some crisps to go with lunch, but I forgot my money. I was very nervous telling The Farmer, who is now over three and a half and rather stubborn.
I was shocked when he said to me ‘Nevermind, it doesn’t matter’ as he started running off down the muddy track. I was impressed and relieved. Anyway he was fascinated by the path still in the shade had frozen furrows of mud that couldn’t be squished. We headed towards Windmill Wood, via a small playground.
He wasn’t that interested in the playground stuff but wanted to run up and down the cricket nets instead. We carried on our journey pretending to be detectives, following the horseshoe prints in the mud.
This worked great at keeping him motivated to walk. We arrived into the woods and heard a bit of shooting. I don’t really know how normal this is, so we didn’t go in any further and stopped at the small pond on the edge of the wood.
The sunshine was lovely so we got our mats out and decided to have lunch. It was a perfect moment, sunny, peaceful and happy. We were briefly interrupted by the banana phone, but didn’t let it bother us.
It wasn’t until we heard more gunshots and saw a bird fall from the sky in the field next to us that things started to go a bit downhill. Then he stuffed a load of trail mix into his mouth, didn’t chew it properly, coughed gagged and vomited. It took the edge off the perfectness of the morning, but we still had fun together 🙂
On our way back he felt he had to move every stone off the path for me, no idea why, but he was happy.