Okay, so, my husband couldn't find his way out of a paper bag, yep, that's my usual line, but even I was stunned by this admission. He got lost and couldn't figure out where the main path was because he decided to criss-cross through the many paths winding through the wooded area. Heaven Help Us. Even I couldn't believe it.
How does anyone lose their way completely in a small (maybe five or six acre) dog park? How? I mean, even a blind person can tell you where the sun is and can follow it which would take you to a main path eventually. And, you can use your ears and follow the barking to the big field where many dogs were playing, but not my guy. Nope, from his description he was climbing over knocked down trees and ducking under vines, and he started to panic. After what seemed to him like a interminable period of time, he finally came out on a main path and to his surprise, he had been walking in circles.
I am amazed/horrified/disbelieving and finally resigned to the fact that I have a husband who should never be left alone without his trusty co-pilot (me) or his GPS unit. Me, I never get lost. I always know where the cardinal points are and I could even find my direction while using the cavernous underground in London, England.
I wonder if he could qualify for a disability award...I mean, in his case this is life altering and potentially threatening.
It makes me wish we had an palm slap emotion smilie. I'd be using it all day long.
How does anyone lose their way completely in a small (maybe five or six acre) dog park? How? I mean, even a blind person can tell you where the sun is and can follow it which would take you to a main path eventually. And, you can use your ears and follow the barking to the big field where many dogs were playing, but not my guy. Nope, from his description he was climbing over knocked down trees and ducking under vines, and he started to panic. After what seemed to him like a interminable period of time, he finally came out on a main path and to his surprise, he had been walking in circles.
I am amazed/horrified/disbelieving and finally resigned to the fact that I have a husband who should never be left alone without his trusty co-pilot (me) or his GPS unit. Me, I never get lost. I always know where the cardinal points are and I could even find my direction while using the cavernous underground in London, England.
I wonder if he could qualify for a disability award...I mean, in his case this is life altering and potentially threatening.
It makes me wish we had an palm slap emotion smilie. I'd be using it all day long.
