I’ve always tried to teach my dogs to do things without
my needing to say anything. Either by looking
at them or, with using hand signals. I think it’s kind of
a neat thing to do.
Tim is a very smart dog. He also tells me when he thinks it’s
time to go for his walk. He won’t leave the front door!

Chloe used to get so frustrated when I would look at
Tim without speaking and he’d react by jumping up and down
excited, wagging his tail and such.

“How do you do get him to do that?”

“I talk to him.”

“No you don’t. You can’t talk to a dog without
saying anything Bren!”

“Yes, you can. I talk telepathically and tell him
what I want him to do and he knows.”

“That’s so not true. But, how does he know what you
want him to do?
Tell me because I want to do it too!”

“I am telling you the truth. I just have to think
about taking him for a walk and, he’s there at the
door, waiting for me.
I just have to think about feeding him and he’s
there in the kitchen, waiting.
I just tell him in my mind to go get his toys
and he brings them.
Sometimes I just smile or raise an eyebrow and he
knows it’s play time. Dogs are very smart, you know!”

“Well, teach me how to do it too then because
he just ignores me unless I speak to him”

“I can’t teach you. You can either do ‘it’
or you can’t.”

“Not fair.”

“C’est la vie.”


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Adventure Playground

The land had been donated, it
was being built by students and
student teachers from Sussex University
for us local kids to have somewhere to
go, to run around and have fun.

My friends, younger brothers, sisters and I
were helping, when we weren’t
running around like lunatics.

All rough and tumble
there was always
mud, sometimes blood and tears
but it was always such an adventure.

This type of park was a new idea
(in England).
They turned trees into forts
and made high walkways that had to be
negotiated with care because there was only
rope as a side bar to hold onto

and, on some trees they tied zip lines
about twenty feet above the ground
sloping down the hill
where we’d climb up to the platform
and queue like fools waiting
to jump off and swing
yelling like Tarzan as we whooshed
down the line
holding on to the rope pulley for dear life
because there was no harness to sit in back then
it was all hanging on and on a wing and a prayer
adrenaline on fire through
excitement and fear.

There were no safety nets anywhere
we were tough and if you fell
you hurt and you yelled.

We’d swing on tyres
hanging from those trees
fall off
scrape our hands and knees
get back up and do it all
over again

when we were tired out
we’d join the student teachers
sit around their camp fire
where they’d
talk about peace and love
and teach us hippy songs like
Kumbaya and
Blowing in the wind.


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LOL Some of my ….good old days.

*The images are all from Google but, our Adventure playground was much the same. There was nothing built by anyone official to do with making ‘safe’ playground for kids back then. It was all rough and ready and….a huge adventure to us kids who weren’t too scared of getting hurt.  LOL

Shared with Poets United Think Tank #97 Playground