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I think it’s official.  I mean, he’s pretty much always been an old man since he arrived.  You’ll remember that I adopted him when he was 6 so he was already an older dog.  He’s always snored like an old man.  It’s super annoying when he falls asleep before me.

Anyway, Horse is 10 now.  That’s pretty old for such a large dog.  You’ll note that I already had to make him a sweater for the winter when I didn’t have to do that for Choco until she was well into her teens.  But he’s really nailed home his old fart status recently when I had taken him and Yaris out for a walk and…he just refused to walk any more.

I try and take the dogs out on nightly walks.  It’s…not been anything close to nightly.  But anyway, when we go out, we’ll normally wander around the neighborhood for about a mile.  Recently, I’ve noticed that Horse is pretty reluctant to walk toward the end as we’re getting closer to the house.  At first, I thought maybe he just wanted to stay outside and sniff at things more.  But I would remember how he would puff while walking up hills, much more so than before, like…an egregious amount of puffing for the small hill we’re walking up.  So I thought maybe he was getting tired at the end of the walk and that I shouldn’t walk more than a mile with him anymore.

The other night, I took the dogs out for a walk and I decided we could go all the way up the hill instead of halfway up and circling back like normal.  Horse had been trotting next to me all way until we got to about halfway up the hill and he was huffing and puffing like he had been running the whole time.  I checked to see how he was doing at the halfway point and he seemed ok and going up the hill was only going to add less than a quarter mile to the overall distance, so I decided we could keep going.

A small problem arose at the top of the hill where there were people parked next to the sidewalk and blocked easy access to cross the street to go back downhill.  It meant that I might have to acknowledge their existence.  I did not want to do that.  This is partly the reason why I walk the dogs pretty late at night.  There are fewer people to acknowledge and I can pretend it’s just the dogs and me.  (I am a jerk.)  Since those people were in the way, I decided that we’d just have to go around the longer way that brings us out to a main street.  The total distance would be about a quarter mile added to our normal distance.

I should mention that another reason I prefer to walk at night is that it allows me to walk Yaris off leash.  There are minimal distractions at night and if she does happen to get distracted, and I just use a laser pointer or flashlight to direct her attention back to where it should be.  But that’s only if we’re inside the neighborhood where there isn’t much car traffic so Yaris can be off leash and I only have to look after Horse.  But since we had to go out to a main road, I had to leash up Yaris.

So, now I’m walking the dogs on one leash via the splitter and we’re going downhill, but next to a bigger road.  I figured it would be ok because we were going downhill and Horse would probably want stop to sniff things, since we don’t often walk this way.  But…Horse started moving slower and slower and he didn’t seem to be interested in sniffing things.  I would have to nudge him to get him moving.  And then I started hearing the beginnings of his panicky whines.  It’s the whine he makes when he really doesn’t want to do something, like going up the steps into the dog tub for a bath.  This was not a good sign.  And it wasn’t.  Because he just stopped moving after that.  He planted all four legs and wouldn’t budge.

Horse is a heavy dog.  I can move him if I push him a bit, but it’s tiring and not really an effective way of getting him to move.  So I decided we’d rest for a couple of minutes and go again.  Yaris tried to help by making fun of Horse and then dragging him.  Horse is about twice Yaris’ weight, so I don’t know how much her dragging helped at all.  He was willing to walk again after a few minutes but only about two steps.  And then he planted his legs again.  We repeated this for about 30 minutes before I gave up and called my brother to see if he could take my car and pick up Horse.  We were within a few hundred feet from the house at this point but if we continued on in the same way we were going, we probably won’t make it back to the house for hours.

When my brother came by Horse had already plopped down on the sidewalk.  He saw the car and got excited and wanted to get into the car.  But…he refused to actually get into the car.  I ended up having to lift him into the car.  Did I mention that he’s pretty heavy?  And I’m doing this while making sure that Yaris isn’t running off exploring the middle of the road.

After I finally stuffed Horse into my car, I told my brother I’d walk Yaris back to the house, and it took us like 5 minutes to walk back (had to cross a street).  Horse saw us coming up and he got excited and trotted toward us like nothing was wrong.  He conveniently forgot that he was supposed to be tired unto death and that I was extremely irritated with him.

Anyway, lesson learned.  I’m not walking more than a mile with Horse anymore.  I now have to drop him off at home halfway through the walk and take Yaris out for another loop so she gets enough exercise.  The first time we did this, Horse was terribly offended and barked at us as we disappeared off in the distance.  Then he went inside the house to pout.  Not my fault dude.  Not my fault.

Also, I was really lucky my brother was home that day.  I’m not sure what I would have done if it was just me.  I’m thinking I would have tied Horse to a tree and then went back with Yaris to get my car to pick him up.  I’m definitely not carrying that dead weight.  If Yaris did something like that, I’d have a fighting chance carrying her home.  She’s small enough to shoulder carry and obedient enough not to wiggle around if I told her not to.

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You can see Yaris just off camera judging him.

Achievement unlocked: Asked to give a talk.

Actually, I’m not sure how much of an achievement that is. And it’s certainly not one I ever intended or desired to unlock.

I recently attended an industry workshop for work. During the keynote speech, they asked all the systems integrators (of which THEM is) to stand up for recognition so that others working for OEMs or manufacturing, etc would know who to contact if they ever needed help with some of the things that were being presented. What I didn’t notice when we all stood up was that I was the only female engineer attending the workshop. All the other women (there were a few) in the room worked for the vendor organizing and presenting the workshop and were part of sales and/or marketing. I don’t notice these things anymore because it’s just the way it is. I work in a very male dominated industry. Oh well. But it does make me stick out sometimes. And this was one of those times. Because also attending this workshop was an engineering professor from a local community college. He took note of me and specifically sought me out during the break. Sugh.

Turns out, aside from professing, he also is the advisor/mentor to some engineering clubs. Clubs whose members include female engineering students. Female engineering students who have been asking him what they can expect as they continue on in the field. He wanted me to speak to them and share my experiences, etc. SUGH.

I guess it’s flattering to be asked to give a talk. I’m not sure. I haven’t really sorted that out. I understand why he would like me to speak to those students. And I can understand how those students feel as they near graduation and need to find a way to start their career. But…I don’t really want to. I don’t do well with large crowds of people and I don’t really enjoy physically speaking. Some people love the sound of their own voice and can’t stop talking. I am not one of them. I definitely prefer written forms of communication for most settings. But no one gives a talk via chat room. That would be inefficient. Maybe I could negotiate an email Q and A session or something instead. I mean, I don’t mind helping them out. It’s a different space to navigate as a female engineer (which is kind of an asinine thing to say, because it’s a different space for every single person). But at the same time, I hardly feel qualified to be giving advice. Aside from being female…I am almost the stereotypical engineer. So…yeah.