I would call it a “Journey” Dog
life is not about the destination
Well that sucks. The journey has been terrible. I have not enjoyed the last 41 years. Also, I’m 41.
A journey to every cigarette but and used tissue in sight 😂
Might get kind of tricky when crossing a busy street
Your destination: death
The other side
“… or if you make it there.”
Not all those who wander are lost. Sometimes they just play dog roulette
I have a Shiba. Walking her is like walking a cat, so I beg to differ
Nobody said she had to be a GOOD guide dog to count 🤷
This is a great quote. Describes how I feel at my job at the moment …
Can I use it?
sometimes I just close my eyes and see where my dog takes me, is fun, mentally hard, but fun.
I do this too. :p
The neighbors must think I’m insane.
I try to count the steps and see if I can make it further than before. My record is like 140.
It’s very mentally hard. I’m always thinking, “oh I’ve gotta be going down someone’s driveway now!”
I try to use the dip in the curb for driveways to tell if I’m going the right way
You may not end up where you meant to go, but you’ll end up somewhere interesting
Like under the bus.
Didn’t see that coming. Either.
I’m sure the person needing a guiding dog didn’t, either.
As long as you only want to go to places that smell of piss
Similarly helpful advice: a broken clock still shows the correct time twice a day.
As long as you don’t mind going to all the smelliest places.
Psh, as I’ve grown older I am hoping the dog would just be a lazy dog and just suggest we lay down and take a nap
Dirk Gently’s Guiding Eyes for the Blind
I’d say a dog would still go to predictable places eg. they’d go for a walk on their usual route (maybe a bit larger).
I often let my dog choose where we’re walking and he takes it as an opportunity to update all the places he knows in town, so we end up walking a 5k loop, it’s just more chaotic than when I’m leading.
I had a Husky. For me it would have been the random path of deer, rabbits, and random people’s driveways. He had no sense of direction, and cared not for walking norms.
My dog would indeed go one of his usual routes, just whichever one he liked most at the moment.
Then he got old and him leading the way would mean pissig over the neighbour’s hedge and going back to the couch.
Now he’s not walking anymore. Well, maybe on clpuds.
While backpacking in Ireland, my friend and I visited the small island of Inish Oirr. We had all day to explore the island so set off without any route planned. A black dog tagged along and soon started guiding our way. He would loop back and stop to wait for us at turns. We followed him blindly through the maze of stone walls. He led us to a lake, a lighthouse, and a shipwreck. He always seemed excited to show us the next landmark. We literally followed a dog from morning until sunset. It felt as though he had done this many times before. He was such a good boy.
The park. You’re going to the park. Everyday. If you live in a warm environment with a beach, that’s where you’re going. That park.
Man you are just ripping off my welcome mat.
