Going for a walk nowadays.....

      .....means walking by myself

    Joe has decided he is much too old for going to the park now.

     I've tried, several times, but he stands there looking so anxious and lost.  He clearly no longer enjoys it.  So I go by myself, telling myself that Joe is the last little dog I will have.
     And then on Sunday morning I sat by the tea stall watching all the dozens of dogs chasing around me, making a fuss of everyone there and generally having a wonderful time.  I came home with paw prints on my jeans, a scalded leg, where one enthusiastic hound knocked my tea over me, very wet feet and thought that maybe, just maybe, I would miss all that doggy fun just a bit too much.

    And Joe was still fast asleep in his bed when I got home.