So, there I was all ready for my walk. Shoes tied. Music and stopwatch app ready to go. And, since I live in Southern California, there was a light breeze which comes up most early afternoons just to emphasize that I live in Paradise. (Have I made you sick, yet?) There was a lot going on in the brain, which happens just about every evening before I get myself out, so I didn’t see my neighbor until she called out. And then I saw Maggie.
Maggie is a cute, slim blonde. Brown eyes. Soft hair. In really great shape. Legs to die for. Great body. Deep brown eyes that you can get lost in. Just perfect, if you like St. Bernard dogs. She had to say hello while I was talking with the neighbor. And, she just had to lean her slim (for a St. Bernard) body next to my legs which always pushes me off balance just a bit. It’s just her way of saying hello, I think. Then, again, she might be trying to knock me over so I can become dog food. Never really sure about her motivation.
Next thing I know she has this rope in her mouth and is offering it to me. Was this a sign of doggie love? Does this 200 lb beauty want to go on a walk with me? Dare I ask her out for a walk? Then, my neighbor tells me Maggie wants to play Tug-of-War. Really? Have you ever played Tug-of-War with a 200 lb dog?
Who am I to say no to Maggie as she looks at me with those big brown eyes? So, for the next ten minutes I am playing Tug-of-War with her in the driveway pulling on what became a very wet rope. My arms got a work out. So did my legs as I struggled to keep my balance and pull against her. I felt my stomach muscles being used. In fact, just about all of me received a bit of exercise. Maggie was providing a wonderful resistance work-out! Who would have thought that would happen?
Will I ever ask her out for a walk? Probably not. Not that I don’t like her. It’s just that I like to be the one who directs my little walks; I am not convinced that would happen if Maggie were with me.
I did find out that playing with a larger dog can be wonderful exercise if you are really engaged in the play. Of course, if you aren’t, I’d count finger and body parts when the play time was over. I am going to arrange another play date with Maggie; I don’t think she will say no.
Who knew Maggie would help me in my War on Diabetes?
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