I know I’ve mentioned this before (a while ago now), but I’ll say it again…I’m lazy. In fact so lazy that I moved here just so I didn’t have to walk the dogs. Sounds a bit extreme no? I’m afraid I’d have to agree with you there, but as a founding member and past president of the Couch Potato Society, hang on I think I got that wrong, maybe it’s the Society of Couch Potatoes (we never knew for sure because no-one ever had enough energy to look it up), it’s my duty to take whatever measures I feel necessary to avoid physical exertion (most of you would probably just call it movement).
Where are we going with all of this? Not back to the Coast that’s for sure, and here’s why….
This is what I have to do when I stay on the Coast (it’s also where I got the post title from as Gosford is a city, and those are two tails). I hate walking the dogs, Buddy is ok, but Bentley is a real pain in the arse, he just won’t stop pulling on the leash. I know it doesn’t look too bad here, but that’s only because I just threw a tantrum about him pulling on the lead so he backed off for a second.
Now compare that with how it’s done up here…
My only real physical involvement in walking the dogs up here is to open the gate. What, you don’t get what I’m talking about? Look directly above the open gate.
Wait a minute, I’ll make it a little easier for you…
"Look Ma, no hands". Now this it what I call walking the dogs. If there’s no rabbits or foxes about, this goes very smoothly. On the other hand, Bentley has been known to get on the scent and go missing for a couple of days.
So how do I stop that from happening?…
Why, by supervising from the control room of course!
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