Arising this morning Spencer needed time outside. So I put on Leon's coat over my pajamas with his big sloppy shoes sitting by the door, walking Spencer outside with no leash. We both were slipping on the ice coated snow and all of a sudden Spencer took off past the high lines down the hill into the meadow. I could hardly stand up because of the icy grasses and kept yelling to him. But to no avail!
I didn't know what to do. I walked toward him trying to step on the cleared weeds with no frozen snow on them, thinking if I fall there is no way I can get back up. Then I couldn't see Spencer at all. My heart beat rapidly. The field went on forever and the heavily traveled road was just a short distance away.
I kept thinking, "Am I going to lose him? What if he runs into the traffic?" After 20 minutes he moved around a hill, saw me, and came running. He, too, was slipping and sliding on the icy snow.
I guess the word LEASH came blaring through my mind. Leon has told me always to put it on him during his early morning walk, but I never do. During the first thing in the morning outdoors becomes a playground for our friend and I always must remember that leash.
When arriving back home, he jumped onto the chair and just sat there staring at me as if nothing happened. This whole experience became such a scare. I must remember the early morning walks opens up a playground for Spencer. What a HAPPENING just occurred. Especially for me!