Since losing Jazz, I've become aware that I'm as conditioned into the daily routines of dog-life as he was.
An obvious manifestation of this occurs around early evening each day, when I consistently experience a strong urge to go for a walk.
For 13 years I've been tied to the dogs (both figuratively, and literally at times)...it no longer felt like a chore, but I sometimes wondered what it would be like not to have to get home for 6pm every day...I thought there might be a sense of liberation, but there really hasn't been.
Well, there is an occasional realisation that I don't have to rush home, but it seems like something of a surreal notion, so I ignore it!
I feel institutionalised...like the man who's been in prison for 20 years, shut in a little cell...when he reaches the end of his sentence, the door is opened, and the guard pronounces that he's free to go...but the outside world seems big and scary, and it turns out he prefers to stay where he is, where he knows the routine and therefore feels safe.
That's how I feel - I'm free of the commitment of having a dog...but I don't want to be!
Anyway, luckily the weather has been beautiful, so we had a lovely warm wander down the lane.
As would often happen, Loz chose to follow us, so I got this lovely photo of Anna and Loz on their catwalk, in the hazy evening sun.
Entertainingly, a yellowhammer followed us up the lane, all the way stridently alarm calling about the presence of Loz...
|disappointingly, no bananas|
It really sounded as though it were actually saying, "Cat! Cat!!"...
Anyway, enough of all that, I must get off - it's time for my after dinner treat!
PS See below for a special bonus post on steep bouldering...you know you want to!