Decisions

Regretting everything she’d done in the past five hours, she said “Can I have a word with you?”

His eyes looked deep into hers, she could see the desire, sense the desire, smell it even. Like a snap shot, this is a picture that would remain in her memory, always. She had to turn away as she spoke her next words.

“I’ve never done anything like this before”

12 hours earlier, arriving at the ballet to meet her best friend, they were to see Giselle. Sipping a Dom Perignon at the bar as she waited, looking around the crowded foyer, she found herself staring into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. So dark, it was like staring into the darkest night, dreamy, she was losing herself in this split second.

She felt goosebumps tingle all over her body, he was moving towards her. “Hello” he spoke softly , but there was something urgent in his tone. They were entranced in each other.

The stentorian voice over the loud speaker “the show will begin in 15 minutes, please take your seats”

Caught in the moment, did they hear the announcement?

Intoxicated on the sexual tension between them. She felt nicely naughty, giddy, the hotness, the fire building deep inside. She couldn’t recall a time in her life that she felt like this.

She knew deepdown where this is leading. Thoughts raced through her head, should I? I don’t want this night to end. Will it? I feel like I’m going to faint, where is my friend? is anybody watching? My husband? Decisions

Together they found a quiet corner table in a dimly lit bar, captivated in each other, they talked, they flirted, the intrigue, the want growing by the hour, unable to end this, they walked the block to the neatest hotel. Neither caring who saw them. Shivering as she walked, was she cold or excited. He wrapped his strong arms around her.

She waited by the elevator, she observed, memorized every inch of him as he neared her, key in hand, room 2121. His hand brushed past her breast as he pressed the button

She knew at the moment she was lost. Passions ignited.

12 hours later. What would she tell her husband. She left the room without looking back. She knew deep down if she did…..

#RDP

#FOWC

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/story-starter-challenge-april-14/

Sue Vincent #writephoto

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/elemental-writing-challenge-april-13/

https://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/14/fowc-with-fandango-recall/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/naughty/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/rdp-sunday-picture/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/opposites-attract-challenge-april-14/

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The conductor

The alleyway was a totally different view by daylight. The sinister shadows taking their vengeance by dark, intimidating innocent passers by, were gone. Now the shadows loomed larger than life, playfully waiting, to participate in a dance, to a tune that was yet to be played.

Not much action today, the watcher took a well earned coffee & smoko break. He picked up his packet of Marlboro, he knew smoking was not healthy for him, still as that thought passed through his mind, he lit yet another cigarette, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs, his mind turned to the sheer pleasure it brought him. Little did he know at this moment that smoking would be his demise one day.

While the watcher continued with his unhealthy habit, there was some potentially dodgy action about to take place in the alley. He says potentially because, it’s a gut feeling, and he knows his instinct is good.

An elderly couple hobbled the uneven lane, the old man stopped, Doris the crowd is here, they’re waiting.

We have to give them a performance like they’ve never experienced ever. Are you ready My Dearest?” Doris, a sweet hearted woman dressed in her brown wool coat, matching hat adorned with a white flower, her coat open enough to show her deep red dress covered in matching white flowers, her brown shiny sensible lace up shoes finished of this immaculately dressed woman. Oh how she loved dressing up.

Lost in a daydream for a moment, Joe and herself were a handsome couple. Impeccably dressed, charming and talented. They met at the opera 58 years ago. Doris was 19 and Joseph was 22. He was a conductor and she played violin. Together they were impeccably dazzling and brilliant.

Yes darling Joe, we must delight this wonderful crowd. This spot was as good as any, Doris thought to herself. There was a scattered few walking the lane, barely glancing at the odd old couple. Joe took his hat off his head and placed it on the ground, top down, picking up his stick, Doris’s face softened as she looked at him with love as he lifted his stick high into the air.

With a swiftness and agility belying his advanced years, he starts waving it all around. Joe stop, wait, please Doris says panicking.

At that very moment the watcher returned his watchful eye to observe the afternoons alley scene. The watchers eyes popped. What the? No! I cannot leave my spot for a minute he thought to him self.

“Leave her alone “shouted the angry watcher. He watched. The view from his room to the alleyway, was of an old man, he knew he was an old man because he was slightly rounded at the shoulders and knees slightly bent. Along with the graying receding hair line.

He thought himself a reliable source at assessing characters. I should’ve been a detective he marveled at this idea.

Oh what are you doing ? The streets were unsafe and noisy. People chatting without a care, cars honking, music playing. Everyone oblivious to what is going on before there very eyes.

Can they not see this? It appeared to him that this old codger was hitting a woman with his walking stick. He was waving that stick all around. The woman seemed small, probably frail, her small body hidden by the width of the man’s body, with his arms flying around, it made it hard for the watcher to get a good vision of the little old lady.

She seem to be ducking and weaving avoiding the strikes from the walking stick. Why isn’t anyone helping her. That poor dear. People were walking past and throwing things at them, they appeared to be laughing and smiling. But not helping the woman. Leave her alone you cantankerous old bully he shouted heatedly.

If anyone heard him, no one appeared to be making any movement or even acknowledged his shouts.

The watcher was contemplating what he should do next, he fiddled with his phone deciding whether to call the police or not. He didn’t want to exaggerate the situation. Like he did last time. OK OK so he misjudged a character once.

000 he tapped on his iPhone. Police.. how can I help? There is an old man attacking a little old lady with a walking stick in the lane way across the road from my apartment. Hurry, please hurry. People are walking past, no one is helping. What is wrong with people? Hurry please I’m scared he’s going to kill her.

“Mr Scout” the voice on the other end of the line spoke. “Is that you again? The last time this happened you made an error in judgement, how can you be sure this time?”

“I trust my own eyes sir” and it’s what they are seeing right this instance, violence, rampant brutal violence, trust me!

The roar of the sirens, red and blue lights flashing, stopping in the alleyway. The watcher is watching, he always watches, he watches everything.

The police delighting in the beautiful music,slowly moving toward the man from behind, they appeared to approach tenderly. Joe, oblivious to his surroundings is completely unaware of their advances. The man reaches his stick high above and hears, good afternoon Joe says the kind a police man.

Joe panics, and crouches down as if protectiing himself, fearful, confused, why is this policeman here Doris? Joe, this is Detective Bongars. He looks blankly.

Standing there is petite, sweet old Doris, holding a violin, she had been playing the most beautiful music. With a tear in her eye she’s looks forlornly at Joe. “Please play just a little more Doris” pleaded the detective. Well you just stop scaring my husband” she berates him with a soft smile.

The watcher can see her, scorning the officer, what is she holding? She looks ok. Huh? She’s playing the , umm violin, beautifully. Like magic. He had heard the sweet tunes earlier, but did stop to listen to the music.

The two officers and Doris are talking. They seem fond of her, they cuddle her delicately, then shake Joes hand, Who consequently is oblivious and they turn and walk away.

They stare up at the first floor apartment. Glaring, shaking there heads. Where are they going now? Are they heading towards my building?

Doris relieves her memory again of how her and Joe met.

It was love at first tune. Such sweet memories. They have lived a wonderful life, successful, happy, five beautiful children She was always pinching herself thinking how did I get so lucky. Two years ago Joe was diagnosed with dementia. He has never forgotten his Doris. Doris the beautiful 19-year-old he met all those years ago. Sadly that is where his memory has remained.

It was not a Walkingstick he was waving around, when he placed his hat on the ground he picked up his conductors baton, he was not trying to hit his wife, he was conducting the finest orchestra in Australia. In his eyes every day he heads off to work at some hall, where he conducts his Orchestra to thousands of people. But he only ever has eyes for Doris. The love of his life

Joe would never hurt Doris. Every day the elderly couple walk the streets, in Joes mind, he finds his crowd in some grand hall, as always the only one he has the eyes on is Doris.

People were throwing things at the couple they were throwing money, Joe and Doris made them happy, they made everybody happy, the crowd would cheer, people would clap, everyone threw money into his hat. The elderly were the unintentional buskers. Everyone around the streets of Melbourne knew Joe and Doris. Everyone except one person. The watcher

Knock knock. The watcher stayed very still.

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Challenges incorporated. Thank you to all

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/story-starter-challenge-april-11/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/story-starter-challenge-april-10/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/opposites-attract-challenge-april-10/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/elemental-writing-challenge-april-11/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/vengence/

https://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/09/fowc-with-fandango-cantankerous/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/09/your-daily-word-prompt-brilliant-april-9-2019/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/12/your-daily-word-prompt-participate-april-12-2019/

The Seedy Scene

Hiding from view in the dark lane way, he called her. The other end was answered by a woman, rather gruffly. “Hello”.

Well If she was expecting me, she certainly didn’t act like it, he thought a little displeased with her. After all he’d done for her.

“I’ve been waiting for an hour, where are you” he asked impatiently. ” I’m coming, I’m coming. Just hold your horses” she barked back at him.

A tad annoyed, he hid in the protection of darkness and waited for his pick up vehicle, he didn’t want any of his gang to see him.

Someone was watching though. The watcher examined what, to him, looked a seedy scene. Peering through his tightly closed shutters from his first floor apartment, he watched. He watched everything.

Looming in the shadows, the large man dressed in a overcoat and hat, did looked suspect. What was he hiding? Sitting on the ground hidden behind his heftiness, was what looked like, a sack. Could there be a dead body in it?

The watcher contemplating what he should do next, was convinced something sinister had occurred that evening right across the road from his little apartment. He fiddled with his phone deciding whether to call the police or not. He didn’t want to overrate the situation. But, the bulkiness of that sack left him concerned, he was certain there was a body in that slumped looking sack.

000 he tapped on his iPhone.

“Police.. how can I help?” was the response.

I think a murder has taken place in the laneway across the road from my apartment. There is shady looking man hiding there with a large sack. I think there is a body in it. Hurry, please hurry.

The man in the laneway sees headlights approaching. Finally he thinks to himself. He grabs his sack and drags it towards the approaching lights. The car slows. At the same time red and blue lights arrive flashing, screeching to a halt beside the man and his pick-up vehicle.

The police get out the car and advance quickly “what’s in the bag” they ask? Before the man even had a chance to answer, One of the policeman grabbed the sack. “ why is this so heavy?”

The driver in the pick up vehicle is confused. She hops out the car? “What have you done now?”she screams to the man?

Darling, there was a sale in your favorite clothing store Jigsaw. You said you needed new tops. I bought everything in your size.

Never underestimate the lengths a man will go to to make his wife happy.

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Challenges incorporated

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/opposites-attract-challenge-april-8/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/09/tops/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/story-starter-challenge-april-8/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/vehicle/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/photo-prompt-71/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/page-228-line-19/

https://weeklyprompts.com/2019/04/06/photo-challenge-blue/

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My weekend

I am fit, I am strong, my fabulous day job is a “Pilates instructor” and I love it.

Very rarely do I experience muscle soreness from the group classes that I instruct and consequently demonstrate the exercises.

DOMS Have you heard of this? Delayed onset muscle soreness. I very rarely feel muscle soreness. Have I said that already? yes, because it’s true. Except for today, the day after.

We did a lot of hamstrings (back of the thighs) yesterday. My Saturday mornings are very busy and it’s predominantly athletes, runners, swimmers, cyclists, triathletes, I even have some martial art black belts attend weekly. Thus we do very strong sessions and due to the large numbers I run two sessions back to back.

Now to add to this mix, today anyway, occasionally I help out a local catering company.

The events they cater for are amazing and when I say amazing, I mean out of this world amazing. So I get paid to work, (on my feet for a further 6 hours) plus have fun, socialise and save money, due to not spending somewhere else. Win win

So my day started at 7am, Finishing at the studio at 11:15 am I dashed straight over to the festival I was waitressing at. Home at 6pm to cook a roast veggie dish for a dinner party,

With sore feet and an exhausted body, veggies ready, I pulled my tray out the oven. Oh no, my exhausted arms could not hold on, I dropped it all over my new kitchen mat which I bought two days prior. Tears almost welled in my eyes.

I did see the funny side, took a photo and sent it to my dinner party crew. What next, yes okay that’s it, I decided to chop up a watermelon, yes a whole watermelon, popping it on to a plate, I carried out from the kitchen bench to another in preparation for move to the car. Guess what? Yesssss, I did, a whole sweet delicious watermelon smashed all over the floor.

Breadstick yes, what can I do to that? Bite the end off in hunger? Only I know the answer to that one. I say with a wink 😉

Leaving my house, better close the blinds, seriously? they fell down.

Scream 😱 I arrived at my dinner party bottle of red wine and a breadstick. Everyone decided everything comes in threes so my run of bad luck was over. Do you think so?

Get to bed around midnight after a lovely evening and a couple of glasses of my lovely red wine, exhausted, one of my kids is pocket dialing me at 5 am. No no no no this cannot be happening.

I did lay in bed for a little bit longer, of course my bladder wants to throw a spanned in the works, up I go to the toilet, only then I felt the soreness.

DOMS.

Back of my thighs so sore. Anyone who exercises and experiences that day after soreness will know what it’s like to go to the toilet. Sitting down and standing up. Who relates?

A walk, that will loosen me up. Grabbing a coffee to go, I take my three dogs in the car to head to the park. Now I know that’s not ideal to carry your coffee in hand and drive, that statement proved to be correct when a car pulled out in front of me, I slammed on the brake my little foxy terrier Ella went flying, my coffee went flying all over the windscreen and my legs, my American bulldog Gloria’s big boof head ended up between the two front seats.

All 3 of us survived, we continued on our journey. The park was busy, I was walking with a few girls I knew, between us about 10 dogs.

The 3 rescue pups & loves in my life

Our local dog park is amazing it’s full of bush and trees and creeks and with path Full of roots and branches sticking out of the ground so you have to watch your step.

Gloria disappeared, she can’t see very well consequently she she ended up with another group of people. Unaware, she followed them about 300 m in the opposite direction. I took off after her. I ran, I tripped, over a branch, landing hard flat on my face and cracking my rib cage on a large root . Winding myself, gasping for breath, pain on breathing and pride hurt. Oblivious to all the other aches and pain‘s I was going to feel in about two hours time.

I try very hard not to be a victim, however I was feeling a little sorry for myself at this stage. We get home without any further ado, and I make myself a smoothie bowl for my breakfast. Blended fruits topped with muesli and more fruit. Are you thinking what I know happened? Yes I wore it. Off to the shower I went for a cleanup. Take two. I enjoyed my breakfast.

As the day went on I started to look like someone who was about 100 years old. My usual perfect posture slightly bent over, a limp, I couldn’t use my hands, my rib cage hurts, I have a bruised right hand, a swollen middle finger on my left hand, my right knee is bruised and causing a limp. My right big toe is sore.

Can it get any Worse ha ha ha

My puffy swollen exhausted body is looking for a new day. A new weekend in fact.

Contract:

I the non-victim dreamer, hereby requires a new weekend. Starting afresh where everything will run smoothly and as planned. Money is no object, therefore not requiring her to work a second job. The caterer that she worked for in her parallel life is so amazing that he prepared her roast vegetable dish, freshly sliced watermelon packed into containers and placed in her drivers car to be chauffeured to the dinner party. She arrives home to a clean house, (always) where her three dogs do not play in the dirt resulting in floors that remain clean. (Always) lack of sleep and overwork are no longer a problem, the tired induced clumsiness in no problem.No bruises, no sore limbs, no wounded pride.

I will however accept my sore hamstrings. I know I earned them with a great workout and I will wear that pain with pride. I love a good workout.

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Who am I kidding I’m a realist. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday and it will all be but a memory as my new week begins. I wonder what I’ll fall over, drop, smash, spill next weekend. Ahh at least I’m laughing at myself.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/opposites-attract-challenge-april-6/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/puffy/

https://weeklyprompts.com/2019/04/03/word-prompt-memory/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/story-starter-challenge-april-6/

The Elm Tree

Early morning, the sun rising over the clouds, the elderly man is out walking his dog. An orchestra of sounds fill the air. Birds tweeting simultaneously as if greeting each other with welcome to a new day. A light breeze whishes as the stones crunch under each step as he ambles along the long gravel road.

He pauses, unsure why, he gazes to his left.

He sees a trampled trail, curious, he changes direction towards the flattened trail amongst the high grass. His dog barks, “what’s up fella?” Bo his best mate the coolie dog appeared unsettled. Sssshhh boy, “it’s ok” he says as he ruffles Bo’s neck.

Ahead the old man notices a familiar Elm Tree. Big, beautiful, looking somewhat sad. Why was it familiar? He wasn’t sure!

The man was drawn to that Elm Tree. They pause for a moment. Bo whimpers. The old man sits down beside him. Bo seems preoccupied staring off in the near distance.

The old looks to where his best mate was gazing forlornly.

Up to his feet again, still, uneasy, under his magnificent Elm tree, something captured his interest.

A deep hole. He knew deep down what was in the hole. He was hesitant to advance.

He continued to stand under his Elm tree pondering what to do next.

Bo escaped the old mans clutches, lurching towards the hole, he dropped heavily and let out and almighty heart rendering howl.

The old man shambles towards old Bo and the hole. He lays down beside his old mate and cuddles him. Sniffing in his odor as if he hadn’t seen him for a while.

Bo seemed to quiet, as if getting comfort out of the old man’s affection. The old man looks into Bo’s sad face, both sensing the deep mutual love between them, the old man turns his head slowly and looks down into the hole. He sees a corpse. Taken aback, shocked, the old man recognizes the corpse immediately. Shaken, aghast, his mouth opened, he wanted to scream. Silence.

He was staring at his own mangled body, he stared at his own decaying corpse in disbelief.

He had been murdered In a bungled robbery a week ago. The murderers took his body to the old Elm tree, dug a hole and put the old man’s broken body inside. Old Bo, the beloved coolie was so distraught, he followed those wretched murderers, he growled, bared his teeth and threatened, so fiercely and savagely the murderers never bothered to cover the old mans body.

Every morning as the sun rises Ol Bo heads to the Elm Tree where he mourned his best mate until sunset.

Old Bo died of heart break one month to the day after the old man died. He lays in the same hole under the big Elm Tree.

Today the ghost of the old man and his coolie are seen at sunrise walking to the Elm Tree and every evening at sunset they are seen walking back to the old man’s farm.

Best mates

#fowc

http://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/25/fowc-with-fandango-corpse/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/it-all-started-with-a-diamond-ring/

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Today my heart swelled with pride

Delacombe Cricket Club, the home teams players congregated in their fielding positions for the A graders cricket Final.

As the mum of one of away teams players, I set my chair up on the sidelines under a large gum tree that provided a cool shady world with light filtering through the tree tops helping to shut out the direct sunlight. It was a warm 33 Celsius at the point. A light breeze, a bystanders saving grace in conjunction with the tree top umbrella.

The temperature continued to soar that day and reached its peak at 43.

My son Kade and number 2 batter Elliot walk confidently back onto the ground for day 2 of the club level cricket final. My son opened the batting yesterday to finish the last hour or so of the day to finish 0/32. Delacombe ended their day with a score of 10/203.

I check the score board at drink break to read 1 for 60. The boys soothe themselves quickly from the scorching heat with ice water. Wiping down their faces and downing gulps of chilled refreshments to tide them over until tea.

Barely back on ground. Hoorah the fielders and supporters cheered as another critical wicket fell before their tea break this time for an lbw wicket. Elliot leaves the ground clearly disappointed and the score show 2/75

The challenge now is to get to the tea break with just 2 wickets down .

Challenge unaccomplished. The crowd and fielders roar again, then again, the boys appearing to be in trouble as their sixth wicket fell.

The distress clear on the faces as each player walks from the ground. My son the one common face within the field of Delacombe players. There were sneers and wise cracks thrown at him. They were trying to rattle him, his focus unwavering. I was proud, to say the least.

Unfortunately they lost their seventh wicket in the last open before tea. 7/85 the score board reported, the game now appears to be beyond them.

However stranger things have happened in a game of cricket

So we crossed our fingers as we watch the second innings of the cricket unfold.

The game changed dramatically as Kade and Strodes attacked the bowling and upped the run rate. An unlikely victory now seems a possibility.

Their aggressive batting forced Delacombe the home team to spread their field thus allowing more opportunities for both batsmen who now have their tails up.

Those two bat through and win an unlikely grand final for Mount Martha. 7/204. You bloody beauty.

The crowd roared and a proud mother roared even louder. Delirious with happiness, tears roll down her face.

The great sportsmanship of both teams was shown on the day when the winners congratulated the home team on a well played match and Delacombe did like wise.

Kade humbly walks over to see me, his friends and the assemblage of club spectators, they cheer as he nears. “Well played”, “congratulations” “woops and cheers” vibrated the air, claps the on the backs. “Mate, great comeback”.

My heart swelled with pride.

The shimmer of light radiated over the park like a spotlight caused by the sun shining on the windows of the cars, but anyway I looked at it the sun shone on my boy. He was in the spotlight. He was my hero always and everybody else’s on that day.

Retractable Dog Leashes – know the risks

Warning graphic photos

This was very well written so I wanted to share. Warning, some graphic photos. All the injuries below were caused by retractable leashes.

Retractable Dog Leashes: Know the Risks

Retractable dog leashes are a popular tool among dog-owners. These leashes are thin cords that extend from and retract into a plastic handle. They may seem like a great idea because you can give your dog some leeway or reign her back in depending on the situation. The truth is that using retractable leashes for your dog is not a good idea. The dangers of these devices are caused by three of their main characteristics:

-The leash is a thin cord.

-The cord is attached to a spring-loaded mechanism in the handle.

-The leash extends up to thirty feet.

The possible negative circumstances that can occur as a result of these three retractable leash characteristics are:

Retractable leashes extend too far. Some of them can reach up to 30 feet in length. Because the leash is so long, your dog will have an option to run into situations or places that can result in serious injury or death for her or other dogs and people. These include:

-Running into a street.

-Charging up to people or other dogs uninvited.

-Darting in front of bicyclists or roller-bladers.

Getting tangled up in a long retractable leash is a real danger for dogs and people alike. Dogs can easily run around obstacles, getting the leash tangled, and you and dog can both become caught up in it. This creates a danger of falling or being injured by the leash itself, which is a thin cord and can cause damage to legs, hands, and other body parts that become wrapped up in it.

If you are walking your dog in a populated area on an extended retractable leash, the cord could easily entangle or trip other passers-by.

Retractable leashes have handles that are large and unwieldy. They are hard to handle and easy to drop. A dropped leash handle can result in a loose dog or more entanglement dangers.

Dogs that are timid are usually quite startled when a retractable leash handle is dropped, as it is quite loud. If this happens and the dog jumps or runs, the handle follows along, scraping, bumping, and making more noises. The poor, timid dog may be so traumatized by this that she becomes afraid of going for walks.

If you are walking your dog on a hard surface and accidentally drop the handle, the noise and sudden retraction may scare even a non-timid dog, causing her to run away from you.

Because retractable leashes are thin cords, if a person grabs the leash itself to try and pull the dog back in, severe injuries can result. These have included cord burns, lacerations, and even finger amputations.

It is much more difficult for a person to control the weight of a dog that is so far in front of them than one that is close. Your dog may reach the end of the leash and keep running full-speed. When a large dog is involved, this can easily result in you being pulled off of your feet and dragged. The injuries resulting from such an incident can include soreness, bruises, scrapes, and broken bones.

Dogs can be injured by retractable leashes, too. When dogs are running and hit the end of the leash, they can be jerked back suddenly. This can result in severe neck, throat, or spine injuries.

Large dogs that run full-speed and hit the end of the leash can sometimes break the thin cord, resulting in escape. You may also be injured by the snapping cord in this scenario.

Because of the tension on a retractable leash from the spring-loaded mechanism inside, if the dog’s collar or the metal clasp breaks when the dog is close to you, you could be seriously injured from the leash flying back into your face.

If you have a very obedient, well-mannered dog, using a retractable leash in a wide-open, uninhabited space so she can have a little room to explore may be safe. However, the majority of the time, retractable leashes are dangerous for dogs, their owners, and nearby pets and people.