Now that spring is finally here and temperatures are creeping up into the teens (Celsius that is) we've begun taking the dogs for their daily walks again. By that I mean that we actually go farther than the back yard.
Yesterday was our first foray into the community, and I planned an ambitious journey from the house to the store some 2.5 km away, then to the school park to let the girls off the lead for a run. It was at the school that I realized just how old Climber was getting when she trotted, not galloped across the field and I quickly did the math.
Climber was born on September 10th, 1998. In human years that makes her eleven years old. In canine years, if I've done it correctly, she is 71 years old. The first year of a dog's life equals 1 human year, and then each human year is counted as seven dog years.....I think. That makes her almost as old a my father(he's 78)! No wonder she doesn't run like she used to and prefers not so crunchy foods.
Cinder was born in 2003. Oddly enough she was born on September 10th as well. How convenient, right? No we didn't know her date of birth when we went to adopt her. Again, if I've done the math correctly, this makes her six in human years and 41 in canine years. The one difference between the two dogs is vitality.
Cinder loves to move. Any sort of movement is acceptable, be it running an agility course in the back yard, running along the dyke at the river, herding the bunnies in their pen, or riding in the jeep. As long as she's moving, she's happy.
Climber loves to curl up in a corner and sleep. Except when she is going for a walk.
All dogs love walks. It's quality time with their people.
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