Andrew(*) 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.
(*) Names are fictional
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Ha! My main character’s name is Xavier as well 🙂
It’s a wonderful name for the “X” phrase. But, seriously, the man was named Xavier. Francis Xavier.
Ha! Well, whatever works!
This is why I decided to tell the story about Cisca, because I remembered about Xavier and the “X” sentence.