A Week of Barefeet

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So we found ourselves in Avoca again, a sense of deja vu lingered, everything was the same as last week, but something was different. It was me I felt different, in just one week of eating a completely unprocessed, all natural, localy grown, organic diet and pushing out a few barefoot kilometres, I was feeling incredible. I bounced down the beach with the dog circling and barking impatiently for the ball to be thrown. I had decided I wanted to do the same route as the previous week to compare how I felt.

I set off down the beach, I finally tossed the ball into the ocean to placate the irate dog, the dog quickly analysed the situation, decided the surf was at such a level that a four legged rescue of the ball was possible  and leapt heroically into the crashing waves to rescue the ball. She returned riding a wave into the shore, despetately lunging for traction as the water sucked her back out, until suddenly she is released from the waters grasp and she explodes up the beach with the ball in her mouth.

I hopped and skipped over the rocky outcrop of the headland, last week seemed alot trickier than this week. My feet were more nimble on the uneven surfaces, I even stopped to peer into rock pools, as crabs scurried and oysters clamped their mouths tight. A brilliant flashback of a young me doing exactly this on summer holiday in Port Macquarie suddenly struck me, until the dog barking at the plumes of spray from the water hitting the rocks snapped me into the moment, it was a fair swim back to the beach from where we were and I really didn’t feel like rescuing the dog today so we turned to march up and over the headland to Terrigal.

I had scooped up some dried sea weed on the rocks and now took a small piece and nibbled enquisitively. It tasted like the same stuff as the sushi wraps, I think it was kelp. I tore off a bit more, tossed the bulk of it and nibbled at my seaweed snack as I walked, it was actually pretty nice. I was also looking forward to some mulberries that I had spied last week but they hadn’t been ripe. This week a feast of juicy fruits presented itself for the picking. The dog didn’t know what I was on about as I waxed lyrical about my tasty find.

I covered the distance of the 11km’s this week in 3 hours and my feet were still feeling 100% so I decided “stough it, I’m going to keep going to Copacabana”. This was only going to be another 7km round trip, “piece of piss” I thought. It was fine on the feet, but I am feeling a bit knackered after 5 hours and 18km’s of barefoot walking.

I am going to try and stick to the same regimen this week, I don’t want to push things as I’m enjoying my body feeling good. If your pushing hard your body tells you by getting sore. So far my body hasn’t been saying anything bad so I reckon that means I can keep on doing what I’ve been doing.

Four of the Six Legs – The Dog

A little bit about my best mate the dog.

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The dog started out life as a bag of bones picked up from the RSPCA. She was all arms and legs with a voracious appetite.
I first saw her on the internet, she was exactly the sort of pup I was after, I jumped straight in the car knowing that puppys get picked up straight away. When I got to the RSPCA they let me see her and we hit it off straight instantly. This was the dog, I knew it. I pulled a ball out of my pocket, bounced it once and threw, she leapt straight after it, arms and legs flailing wildly with a grose lack of coordination, she almost tripped over her ears as she lunged eagerly for the ball. With no hesitation she bought it straight back over and dropped it at my feet, ready to go again. She has been doing this ever since.

I have no idea what sort of dog she is, some sort of Kelpie X working dog, I always tell people that she is half Kelpie half Crazy. She is fit, super athlete fit, I have never worn her out so that she has had nothing left in the tank and I have tried. She is now 5 years old but still carries on like a pup. She weighs in at about 25 kilos and is currently on Nutro large breed dog kibble, of which she gets 1 cup for breakfast and 1 cup for dinner, dessert is a nice big lamb bone or a juicy piece of kangaroo tail. Nutro is Australian Made, the kangaroo tails definitely are, so even the dog is eating local.

Working dogs need to have a job, this one has two. Her primary role is chasing balls, the bigger the better. Tennis balls are stock standard, soccer balls are pretty exciting, rugby balls induce palpable squeels of excitement as they bounce at obtuse angles and fitness balls are objects of awe and wonder. If i am the only one around she will play ball with me, as soon as another person appears though she will go off and play with them. She likes sharing her ball with people, not so much other dogs, any dog that gets in the way of her ball game usually gets told off¬† with a nashing of teeth. Her second job is when we’re in the car, this is when she is on the lookout for those pesky motorbikes, she absolutely hates them, goes absolutely berserk at them, funnily this only happens when she is in the car, if she is just walking along and a motorbike goes past she does not even bat an eyelid at it.

Her other passion in life is hunting. She will bring back rabbits, pursue cats and possums but not engage, birds she chases like a child. Rabbits have definitley been put on the menu, cats she wants to play with and I think she thinks possums are actually dogs that live in trees, she is intensely curious about possums and will climb trees to closely investigate them, much to the disgust of the possums. When she confronts a possum on the ground she goes into play mode and will bounce around or even poke the possum to enduce it to play, it is very bizarre behaviour.

As far as other maintenance goes there is none. I have’nt washed her for four years now and have’nt used flea or tick treatment on her for two years, she doesn’t ever get fleas and I have only ever pulled one tick off her, this is on a dog who is regulsrly tearing through dense bush. The secret I think is that she is always swimming in salt water, it keeps her coat healthy and I think it is keeping the fleas and ticks away, if she needed to be treated I would, why use nasty chemicals though if you don’t have to. I do still regularly give her worming tablets and feel her over at the end of each day just in case she has picked up any nasties.

It was watching the dog that made me realise that you don’t need much in life to be content, I don’t ask her to do anything that I wouldn’t do. She is my best mate, and has the best time in the world every day just by being in it, this is something that humans would do well to learn from.
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