There’s an old saying “Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true.”
On Friday I was really wishing for something to ease the rainy-day blues, especially a long walk. On Sunday I got my wish but it was way more than I was prepared for.
Sunday started out pretty normally – if it were Monday, that is. The humans got up real early, got dressed, put Tyra and Freya in their kennels and were ready to head out for the day. I was very confused because at this point the weekend had felt way too short to be a Monday.
And then a wonderful thing happened – The Will picked up my leash and invited me to go for a walk! I didn’t even mind that it was still raining just a bit.
I was loaded into the car and mum got in too. We headed off to the Yellow Arches for some yummy breakfast and then were off on our adventure. When we arrived at our destination, I was greeted by my pal Phil and a bunch of humans. There was lots of standing around and walking to and fro for a very long time – like hours and hours of it. At least the rain had stopped so I didn’t have to get wet and freeze my toes off.
Mum’s note: All pictures today taken on a cell phone, please excuse their sad quality.
Eventually more dogs came with their people. It was nice to see some of my doggy pals. Dolce was there and so was Teagan. Teagan has been with her new foster family for a while now. She went to live with Brodie – the same doggy that Kira had gone to live with before she found her forever family.
There were all sorts of dogs there, big and small and even a kitty. Everyone stood around and visited for a very long time. It was like a Pug Party, but with leashes.
Phil explained to me that this was supposed to be some fundraiser for both the The Boston Terrier and Pug Rescue of Southern Manitoba and Craig Street Cats. His mum and her friends have been organizing the Wolseley Walk for Wags and Whiskers for some time now to help raise money for much-needed vet care for all the Pugs (and other dogs & cats too) that are currently for adoption He told me the walk was a full 6.5 kilometers (that’s 4 miles for you American folk). I don’t really know what a kilometer is supposed to be, so I just panted and wagged my tail at him. That Phil is a funny duck some days.
Suddenly we got the word, and just like that, everyone headed out on a group walk. We were joined on the road by a whole other group of humans who were running. Very strange, we had Dolce with us. I kept wanting to warn mum that we already had two fosters at home. There really is no more room on the couch for one more Pug, no matter how soft her fur is.
Just as it started to rain again, we came up to a watering station, Dolce’s foster family, Jessica from the rescue and Charlie, one of their super cute adoptables. Dolce was left at the watering station because she had another event to attend with her family later that day.
After that everything became a bit of a blur. We walked and walked. We walked on roads, we walked on gravel and on grass. At one point we walked across a scary bridge that had lots of blowing wind on it. I was frightened that I would just blow away so I made sure to keep as low to the ground as I could go while we hurried across. As we walked, the sun came out and it finally started getting warm.
We walked so long, I thought it would never end. I hardly gave a care when we crossed a second scary bridge, this one with lots of cars whizzing by.
Finally, we got back to the place we’d started from. I was so tired I considered just falling over and never getting back up.
And then we walked a little bit more.
And then I was given something that made me forget just how tired I was. Black cherry yogurt. OMP, that delicious creamy treat tasted so good! I would walk until my feet fell off if that were what I’d be getting at the other end!
All too soon it was time to go. We got back into the car and I fell immediately to sleep.