This time last year I was recovering from ulcers and bleeding hemorrhoids. I needed to take time to rest and recover, while still coping with all the changes wrought by the conditions.
I also needed to lose weight gained during a difficult summer of gut pain.
This did not happen. In fact, in the springtime, I had the opportunity to hire dog walkers. Two little girls came around to ask if we had a dog. I said yes, but I walked her myself.
Then I realized that was a sort of lie. I was walking Sarah, but not nearly enough for a dog. Her growing belly confirmed this.
I called the kids' parents and arranged for the both of them to walk my dog. I paid a tad more then they asked, in hopes that they would continue coming.
They not only came, but they were escorted by a parent, who saw to it that their girls were not exploited or in danger. On top of that, they often brought siblings, because my Sarah gets balky when her routine is interrupted. She had preferences, and they had security needs.
Well, I got rid of the worst of the excess pounds by cutting calories. Yesterday, the walkers informed me that next week would be their last of the year. I want to get them a little present to thank them.
They were not always prompt, and didn't call to let me know, but for elementary school kids, I thought they did pretty well.
The proof? Well, Somebody has to walk Sarah this winter. No other kids are coming forward, because Daylight Savings Time will make the streets dark and dangerous. For little kids.
For a grown woman, it is time to step up and take the leash.