As we started our third lap, Wes stopped, took a rock from the pile I had noticed, and moved it to the top of another flat post. Wes explained that every time he completes a lap he moves a rock from one post to the other. So....when all the rocks have been moved to the second post, he has finished his 9 laps. Pretty smart I thought. Each lap is 1/3 mile so he is taking a 3 mile walk! I was impressed. Oh, and then he tells me he does this 3 times a day! Yep....so he is walking 9 miles a day with his dogs and sometimes with a new friend like me.
Wes lost 35 pounds the first year he did this. His doctor was delighted.
One day while Wes was walking one dog and one pup was resting under the truck, two big dogs attacked this little one. By the time Wes got to the truck it was too late. In rage and grief Wes got his gun out of the truck and shot the offending dogs. Pretty scary! I hate guns. Period. But that's what he did.
A court battle followed, grief continued, and Wes did not walk anymore. He stayed home in his chair. He felt guilty. He grieved his companion. He ate. He got bigger and bigger and gained all his weight back. He became depressed and just didn't care. A year has passed now and he is back to his walks. He is again walking 3 miles at a time, 3 times a day and moving the rocks from one post to the next. But now his pups rest inside the truck where it is safe.