At this time of year I could happily snuggle up on the settee with my frothy coffee and not venture outside for ‘ walkies’ until springtime. It tends to be dark, drizzling, pouring down, blowing a gale, icy, snowing …. or all of them! I begrudingly get ready, muttering swear words under my breath as I do.
Mollie follows my every step , looks at me with those big brown eyes and gives me ‘that‘ look. I melt. I get my boots and coat on and fit her harness . Off we toddle together armed with a bag full of poo bags , treats, hand sanitizer and lipgloss
Just Mollie and I.
Its not long before I’m smiling at strangers and exchanging pleasantress –
“Morning” … “Nice day isn’t it”… children and old ladies want to pet Mollie. She lies on her back encouraging belly rubs . She’s such a flirt.
I can feel my frown starting to lift. I find myself walking along with a swing in my step ; singing, smiling and feeling lighter. I’m toastie and warm beneath my furry hood . I breathe in the fresh air, filling my lungs with goodness, my cheeks flushing with colour. Mollie happily tootles off in front, sniffing everything … her tail excitedly wagging ten to the dozen. Occasionally she will look back at me as if to say ” come on Mummy you are walking too slowly”
It’s my daily reminder that life is good, my surroundings are beautiful ; to find pleasure in the ordinary everyday . I wouldn’t change a thing… BUT I also know that I’ll go through this whole rigmarole again tomorrow !!
Anybody else ??
AND I would happily never pick a pile of poop up again