Being a Monday it was back to Daddy Daughter Dogter Day again, but with an added twist….. my son, Johan joined us to complete the chaos.
It was a planning day at his barnehage so I found myself with an almost full pack all day.
Juggling 2 different sleep / rest times, combined with the crazy energy of a border collie and it was a logistical problem to be considered, evaluated and solved.
And this led to a strange sight in the woods.
We had headed out into the fog mid-morning so that Anna could get some much needed sleep. Johan had refused to sit in the double buggy with his sister, insisting that he would walk.
Now anyone who has, or has had, a 3-year-old will know that their walk tempo is maybe not as fluid as ours.
We stopped by every drain hole to examine whether there was water. We must discuss different plants and different objects in people’s gardens. Every time we hear a helicopter or plane above we must stop and try and see it.
This leisurely pace is not conducive to trying to get a tired 1-year-old to fall asleep.
So I find myself crouching down, looking into a drain whilst holding a dog lead in one hand and rocking a buggy backwards and forwards until my shoulder feels like it will give up.
Eventually we make it the 100 metres to the woods. I have promised him that we will find sticks to throw for Minttu.
We walk 300 metres along the gravel path, stopping every metre or so to examine anything and everything.
My daughter is still not asleep and she is starting to get mildly frustrated.
It is then that I come up with my plan… I suggest to my son that if he goes in the buggy we can go for a run. He loves the quicker pace and watching the world whizzing by.
The only issue is that I’m dressed unbelievably poorly for a jog. Full rain waterproofs, rubber boots and a thick hoodie as I thought the slow tempo might make me cold.
But there is no time to consider these things. With my son in position next to his sister in the buggy we set off.
I very much feel like the marathon runner in the rhino suit wearing clogs. It is laborious and yet comical. I start to laugh to myself at quite how impractical this is as I work up a sweat in no time.
Yet I hear the gentle snoring of my daughter and my son is keeping his promise of staying quiet to let her sleep.
This is very much worth the discomfort of becoming sweaty.
After a few km we pass an elderly gentleman who is in full running gear and is taking a breather.
He eyes me quizzically as we all approach. Without slowing for an instant I call out to him that running is the easiest way to keep everyone happy.
He smiles and gives an understanding nod.
And so…. upon arriving home I was cooked, my son was smiling, Minttu had stretched her legs and Anna slept…. well…. like a baby.
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Doggies: Mari, Nola and Smula
Doggies: Lucy, Lottie, Biscuit and Leesi
Doggies: Ilex, Vali, Ronja, Max and Samus
Have a lovely evening with your doggies and we are back again in the morning for more dogwalking in Oslo nature.
Christina, Linn, Veronica, Alex, Christian and Matt