While the cat’s away the mice will play. (Thank you to my grade-school religion teacher for this lovely phrase. Ravens, you know what I’m talking about). In this case Jake is the cat, which makes Wats and I the mice. No, we’re not eating all the cheese in the house or leaving droppings in the cabinets, so no need to set traps (although we’d both surely take the peanut butter bait). But we have picked up some new hobbies in recent days.
First of all, I’m not one of those naturally athletic people who exudes coordination and endurance. Watson on the other hand is something like a playful cheetah. When these two combine, it makes for pretty humorous sight.
Since there are no pictures of this event because obviously that would just complicate my coordination issues further, allow me to set the scene for you: We run on a nicely paved trail near the apartment. Watson is still on a rope-type leash, no retractables yet. I keep a moderate pace, but Watson does a lot of pulling me along at the beginning since he likes to put part of his leash in his mouth as we trot along. By this time I’m cracking up and trying to run while he’s speedily weaving in and out and on and off the trail. I’ve definitely stumbled and nearly tripped a few times. (For those of you who don’t know, I’m the girl who broke her ankle while walking…) The proof is in that
Basically, this is a dangerous hobby. After about five minutes, Wats tuckers out and slows down a bit. He still keeps up for the most part (not that I’m fast by any means), but sometimes when he finds a nice shady area, he’ll lie down without my knowing and ouch, there goes the ol’ shoulder.
I’m really trying to enjoy this whole running thing, and Watson is definitely helping. It’s nice to have a good laugh while I’m panting and
sweating glistening. I appreciate his just-keep-running attitude. It’s pretty contagious.
Along with our runs, Watson and I take at least two lovely walks around the area each day. Upon our return home, Watson never fails to pick up a stick (many bigger than he) and drops it off in the front lawn of our building. We’ve got a nice collection going on. Sometimes he adds a nice dirt clod or rock to the mix, but mostly we stick to the sticks.
After all this exercise, who doesn’t want to curl up and relax some? Well, Watson and I have taken cuddling to an extreme level with the help of our man abroad. Jake sent us some goodies that are perfect for super sonic snuggles. This amazingly soft and cozy KING size blanket (in a wonderful grey color) is big enough for a pup that likes to stretch out and a lady who’s most comfortable in a ball-like position. (Sorry for the headless-blanket-lady look.)
He also sent Watson his very own first sea turtle! Don’t worry it’s just a toy, but it’s eco-friendly and absolutely adorbs.
I honestly can’t believe he found a sea turtle chew toy (oh the joys of the Internet). Watson has been enjoying the little creature so far (but I’d say it’s in more of a rough-housing sort of way, aka: not-so-cuddly.)
Have any of you picked up new hobbies this summer? Are there any collections out there Watson might want to try getting into next? Hope your summers have been great (ours is about to come to an end way too quickly.)