Dog Days of Summer [West]
Jul 14, 2015 21:37:35 GMT -5
Post by Kasey Łukaczyński on Jul 14, 2015 21:37:35 GMT -5
Kasey wasn't the biggest fan of summer. She liked having a break from class, and the weather being nice fairly consistently. However, there always seemed to be a span of a couple weeks in mid June to early August where the heat became nearly unbearable. Kasey didn't like to complain, but she tired so much easier in the mid summer heat, and all her dog Josie wanted to do was go outside and run.
Kasey's therapists insisted she keep up a consistent work out routine as well. And this, of course, involved walking. Walking didn't seem like a big deal until you considered the fact that just five steps without her crutches was enough for Kasey's legs to give out completely. She tried, though. She didn't want her myopathy to progress any faster.
A combination of this 'workout' and her dog's summertime jitters was what brought Kasey to the park. She dressed in clothes meant to keep her cool as possible - a pair of purple athletic shorts and a white tank top, her baby blue sports bra slightly showing through. She smelled of sweat and sunscreen after only about a half hour of her walking, taking short breaks to sit and throw Josie's tennis ball. She stayed to the right of the path - many joggers passing with a polite "on your left". So she wasn't at all phased when another runner glided past.
Josie, however, was. The cavapoo dropped her took off running after the man, barking with all her little body could muster. Kasey knew the difference between Josie's barks, and this definitely was not a playful one. "Josie!" Kasey scolded, expecting the dog to stop in her tracks and come back, but no such luck. "Josie what are you barking at!?" Kasey scolded again, chasing after the dog, switching from her struggled walking to relying completely on her crutches to propel herself forward. The dog finally staggered back a bit, but didn't pull her eyes off the man, growling as she moved to stand in front of Kasey defensively.
"I'm sorry," Kasey said to the man, who had stopped, possibly startled by the barking following him. "This isn't like her... she thinks she's a gaurd dog sometimes." Josie certainly tried to be intimidating, but it was hard when you were so small and fluffy and wearing a pink bow in your fur.
Kasey's therapists insisted she keep up a consistent work out routine as well. And this, of course, involved walking. Walking didn't seem like a big deal until you considered the fact that just five steps without her crutches was enough for Kasey's legs to give out completely. She tried, though. She didn't want her myopathy to progress any faster.
A combination of this 'workout' and her dog's summertime jitters was what brought Kasey to the park. She dressed in clothes meant to keep her cool as possible - a pair of purple athletic shorts and a white tank top, her baby blue sports bra slightly showing through. She smelled of sweat and sunscreen after only about a half hour of her walking, taking short breaks to sit and throw Josie's tennis ball. She stayed to the right of the path - many joggers passing with a polite "on your left". So she wasn't at all phased when another runner glided past.
Josie, however, was. The cavapoo dropped her took off running after the man, barking with all her little body could muster. Kasey knew the difference between Josie's barks, and this definitely was not a playful one. "Josie!" Kasey scolded, expecting the dog to stop in her tracks and come back, but no such luck. "Josie what are you barking at!?" Kasey scolded again, chasing after the dog, switching from her struggled walking to relying completely on her crutches to propel herself forward. The dog finally staggered back a bit, but didn't pull her eyes off the man, growling as she moved to stand in front of Kasey defensively.
"I'm sorry," Kasey said to the man, who had stopped, possibly startled by the barking following him. "This isn't like her... she thinks she's a gaurd dog sometimes." Josie certainly tried to be intimidating, but it was hard when you were so small and fluffy and wearing a pink bow in your fur.
