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In the forest

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You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob

Last time I spotted a blue jay was sixteen years ago when I was living in the US. It was during a hiking with my friends. The day was promising. Good weather, a beautiful place. We had had a great breakfast at home, with a plate of scrambled eggs and pancakes with syrup before starting our outing. When we arrived to the forest in a natural park, we left our data in the mailbox that was at the start of the route we chose. We filled the sheet with our hiking plan and our names and ages in red ink, because that was my pen colour. I had never done that. Over here you go to the mountain and don’t fill forms. Nobody, except your family, knows you’re out there. I found it an excessive precaution, but I learned that day that it was a good idea.
It was an eventful day. We had had a good walk and had spotted many birds and animals. We had unloaded our backpacks to have a nice lunch in a beautiful spot. But in the afternoon, when we were in the middle of nowhere, one of my friends fell and broke her leg. We didn’t have a mobile phone and we had no strength to move her. Luckily another group of hikers was coming our way and they stopped to help us. They couldn’t do much, but they promised to go in search of a rescue team. The rescuers arrived preceded by a dog called Bob. A nice golden retriever. He found us first. The rescuers were calling my injured friend’s name “Janet!, Janet! We answered. Over here! The dog guided them. They came with a portable stretcher and all what they needed immobilize the broken leg. Once everything set, they took Janet out of the forest to the ambulance that was waiting in the road. My friend Kathy went with them. I stayed alone with the mission to go back to the place where we had left the car and drive to the hospital. Once left alone, I didn’t pay attention to the blue jays and other animals only an hour before were so interesting to me. I was worried. I don’t have good orientation sense so I was afraid to get lost in the forest. It was getting late. I had to hurry and follow carefully the path and the marks I passed so distractedly that morning. I prayed to my Guardian Angel. It worked. Before dusk I was in our car sound and safe.

A Dog Named Bob.

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Cisca and I (fiction)

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PICT0018Andrew(*) told me not to go out alone because I wasn’t feeling good.

But I wanted to exercise a little and decided to take a walk

Cisca was my dog, a recently adopted dog I didn’t know very well yet and I took her to the walk

Despite we didn’t know each other, we got along pretty well.

Encounters with other dogs were a little problematic because I didn’t know exactly how control  her and she was very strong.

For me was a double challenge to take a walk in my condition and to learn to control the dog in that first walk together outside our house.

Gorgeous winter morning, sunny, a little windy, fresh air, I was enjoying the nature a lot.

Heading to the North I decided to go further because I was feeling better.

I entered the forest with my dog and we were wondering for a while.

Just when I was more at easy I suffered an attack, lost my balance and my conscience and felt.

Knowingly that could happen, I had decided to go out anyway, I was a fool.

Leaves on the wet floor all around me and I unable to move, alone and lost in the forest.

Must go out of here, I thought when I recovered my conscience and found myself lying so weak I couldn’t sit up.

No help at hand in the forest and my dog missing, what a situation!

Oh my God! this is not good: it will pass hours until somebody began to search for me and nobody knows where I am, I thought.

Questions, then all were questions about why I decided that day to take a walk with an unknown dog and enter a forest instead to follow the predictable way.

Right then I though I spotted something moving around me.

Suddenly I felt something pushing me from my back, it was Cisca coming to my help!

The dog push me until I sat down, then offered me the leash, pulled to help me stand and guided me all the way home looking back often at me as if checking how I was doing.

Unaware of what happened Andrew welcomed us happily, but when he heard the story he became scared and very grateful to Cisca for the rescue.

When we walk together I feel safe.

Xavier, the man who gave us Cisca in adoption, already told us she was a smart dog.

You’ll bet, Xavier.

Zero doubts.

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(*) Names are fictional

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