
Henry here. Last weekend, I took my human mummy on the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. We’ve had a bit of a warm spell, so the trails weren’t snowy or icy. They were muddy. We were walking along I was so proud what a good boy that I am. I was staying near her left side and had a very loose leash. I was simply enjoying my evening walk.
For reasons only known to me, I suddenly lunged to my right. I can’t remember now, maybe it was a squirrel!
When I lunged, I accidentally took out my mummy’s knees. She’s pretty good at snowboarding and such, and she’s been trained to relax when she falls.1 Before I knew it, I was tumbling between her legs down the hill.
The trail is muddy.
We did a couple of rotations, with her holding me tightly with her legs.
When we stopped. She sat up, looked at me and said, “Henry, what was that?”
I totally forgot what prompted me to lunge. I had so much fun tumbling down the hill, I looked at her and tried to say, “Can we do that again?” I even nuzzled her face.
I think she can read my mind, because she said, “No Henry. That wasn’t fun or even funny! “
She scraped off the mud from her backside and knocked some mud off of my ears, and we kept walking.
April Note: That’s why drunk driver’s can come out of severe car accidents relatively unharmed. I’m definitely NOT advocating for drinking and driving, but if one has the time and/or inclination to get trained on how to totally relax when falling, I think it’s a nice skill to have.