I will make this quick because I don’t remember the entire story in detail.
At the time, I was a puppy around four months old. At this age, you act more than you think. (recommended story: Chasing sheep)
We went for a trip to a place called “Petrinska Watchtower”, which offers nice views of Prague Castle and Prague overall.
There is a lot of nature out there, so I was released from the dog-lead for a while.
Many birds flying around…
Suddenly, I noticed many birds around. I like them, of course. #NoHate.
Guess what I did? Choose from the two options below:
A: Marked these birds as potential targets. I’m kidding, I marked them as toys.
B: Imagined what it would be like to fly like a bird.
C’mon, I’m a dog. I picked the first option!
Suddenly some of them got closer to me. I jumped to one of them and challenged him to play.
Big bird in front of my face
But he just stared at me.
My senses and dog instincts had been activated.
Remember those two options above? I chose them both now.
I rushed out of where I was hiding. I was hunting that bird now or … was it just a game?
No, I was chasing him; I wanted to catch him so badly. The final bounce was ahead … JUMP!
… And I was flying. I’m not kidding; I accidentally jumped from a 10-meter-high rock. What a feeling.
The landing that followed was not so pleasant, but I survived. There were lots of leaves where I landed, which helped. Or was it a dog god? I can’t say.
I was okay. I didn’t have any traumas and I’m still not afraid of heights today.
Maybe that’s because I was so young and light as a feather … Yeah, I probably weighed around 5 kilos. I was light, wasn’t I?
Are you wondering what happened to that bird?
I don’t know. I was just trying to find a way to climb that rock and pretend that nothing happened. I won’t chase birds anymore.
Future me edit: #UNTRUE