Them Doggies on Countryside Walks in UK

by Mridula on June 17, 2008

in Oxford,Travel abroad,UK,Walks

The Kings Arms, Sandford Lock

I stumbled upon two very pleasant countryside walks in Oxford. I love walking and these were the kind of walks that just keep going straight, there is very little chance of getting lost, my kind of walks. I will talk about them in detail soon. What I wish to write about today is them doggies. I know Sidhu is a huge fan of dogs and he will view this post very differently.

Imagine walking serenely on a path with the Thames on one side and open fields on the other. You will meet people strolling, cycling or running from time to time. There are flowers to be clicked and admired, in that order. The weather is mild (gave me a mild sunburn later as I was not using any lotion) and all is at peace in the world! Right? Wrong.

It is them doggies. In the countryside, people let their dogs off the leash. And that is a source of unmitigated terror to me! I am really truly afraid of dogs, even the tiny miny ones. So, on this walk when I faltered for the first time, predictably it was when I saw a huge dog let of the leash (Labrador, I deep down know they are harmless). I looked to my right and asked a young lad if it would be alright to walk ahead and if the path leads somewhere? He gave his go ahead. Then he asked me something from afar and cycled around for a while but finally vanished. The dog owner could probably sense my tension and told me they were going for a dip in the river. The dog of course was running towards water without even sparing me a glance and that is the best thing he could do.

Then there was another man throwing a Frisbee to his dog, thankfully in the opposite direction. And of course the dog was quite interested in the game. Again I hurried past. This was the last of the doggies on the Oxford-Sandford walk. Lucky me? Not so soon.

Kennington Bridge, Oxford to Sandford Walk

The day after I did the Oxford Sandford walk, my original plan was to do nothing. That means walking around aimlessly around the accommodation in my lexicon. After wandering for a while I remembered a wooden gate that I gave a miss during my previous visit to Oxford. Not to make the same mistake twice (maybe not really a mistake as in October 2007 the sunset was really early around 4.00 pm and in June really late around 9.00 pm) I walked through the gate. The walk seemed promising till I encountered my nemesis.

On the narrow path there were two ladies on two tall horses with their dog running ahead. Of course he was interested in me and I for sure was not. Not willing to offend anyone, I politely put my small shoulder bag in front of my legs and the intelligent dog understood my gesture. He went his way and I thanked my stars. Too soon, it turned out.

Countryside near Harcourt Hill, Oxford
Can you see the serenity above? I was walking without a care a few minutes later and then heard some footsteps running furiously. I turned back and my heart stopped. There was a dog taller than me (or so I thought) being chased by the dog who had gone away a while ago. I was silently telling my self, “You had it, who the hell asked you to walk alone?” A moment later I realized the tall thing was a deer outracing the dog with an effort that clearly bored him to no end. Did I turn back? No, because as one of my professors aptly remarked that I like to “walk with a vengeance.”Next were two really tiny miny dogs and as they bounded with glee towards me, I said in a croaking voice to their oblivious owners, “Please call them back, I am quite afraid of dogs.” There faces contorted with surprise but they did call the dogs back. Was this the end? Did I turn back? Not quite.

I walked ahead for quite sometime and met no dogs. That gave me courage on my way back to venture into a forest like area to my left. I was desperately trying to remember the way full of mild turns. After a few turns I decided if I got lost my colleagues would have no sympathy for me. I turned back and there he was. It had a crooked front leg and a dirty color. The collar round the neck gave me some confidence, I resorted back to my shoulder bag trick but this one took offense and while running away started howling furiously from a safe distance. Heart thudding in mouth, I negotiated my way. He kept barking after my shadow and finally decided I am way too far away to do any more bag tricks.

The end of the country road was almost in sight. There were two ladies on their high horses (literally, no pun intended) again. But these lovely ones had no doggies with them. What sweet ladies. I considered this a good omen and made a dash to safety of my room.

Them doggies!

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{ 7 comments… read them below or add one }

Mridula January 17, 2010 at 6:35 pm

Tarun what to do and pets scare me more because they like to jump around you and I for sure would like to keep my distance.


Tarun Mitra January 17, 2010 at 1:54 pm

HAhahahahahhahahhahaahahhahaha:D :D :D:D:D:D:D:DSorry no offence but u sure are scared of dogs…I am a bit scared but woman…goodness…I am thinking of writing a story (inspired by real life event) about dogs…Dog=god, as I once erred


Mridula June 19, 2008 at 2:48 pm

Thanks Swati. You have an interesting blog!Lakshmi, I sometimes wonder why are our cities so walking unfriendly.Sidhu, I knew from the beginning where does your sympathy lie. And correction accepted :)


Sidhusaaheb June 18, 2008 at 2:40 pm

Er…I meant to say that “I’ve been bitten once…” in the previous comment. Please excuse the error!


Sidhusaaheb June 18, 2008 at 2:38 pm

The last one was actually scared of you, probably far more than you were scared of it. Poor little thing!The others might’ve responded to a whistle or call with a friendly wag of their tails and if you had persisted, would’ve come over to sniff you a bit, before letting you pat their heads or even box their ears!:DI’ve bitten once and have had the anti-rabies shots, but that was an exception, rather than the rule, because the little one that bit me was very, very sick and had not much control over its own actions.I still love dogs as much as I ever did! They are among the friendliest creatures on earth.:)


backpakker June 18, 2008 at 9:08 am

Im quite scared of dogs the kinda walks you talked about..Lakshmi


Swati June 17, 2008 at 5:54 pm

Hi Mridula,Recently found your blog. Its so full of useful travel tips. I don’t like dogs either especially the big ones.Swati


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