Soggy doggy

The walk started well. Me deep in thought about my friend in France. Sometimes when you are in a relationship you both know that it has reached the end and you should go your own ways. That is understandable because the agreement is on both sides. But when one ends it and the other doesn't want to then there are so many loose ends to clear up on one part. When we were no longer together we spent a year in fairly close proximity. It was the hardest time of my life. I was often asked by her friends to join their table at parties but I always refused, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. I do still write to her. About once a week. I should stop, I know but I do enjoy it. So she is still able to give me some pleasure this far removed.






Pluto must have felt christmas had come early. A lady with two Springer Spaniels followed us on the walk. Pluto obeyed my voice commands and walked by my side for a while but they were starting to overhaul us and he couldn't resist it. He has played with Archi and Ziggi before.



We completed the outer leg of the walk and were half way back when the boys arrived. I turned and completed the walk a second time with Annette.



We stopped to watch a Heron fishing.



Pluto was a wet pet by the time we returned to the car.