walkies

I took Anniemay out for a walk this morning.  She was a bit reluctant and I had to resort to the old dog-walking trick of treats to get her out the door.  Not biscuits or a favourite toy - blip opportunities seemed to do the trick.

I sometimes wonder about getting another dog.  The old dog died shortly after I first became ill and I can’t help thinklng that perhaps going out in all weathers might have done wonders for my recovery.  

It’s the ‘all weathers’ bit that’s a bit of a downer, though.  Anniemay doesn’t really need a walk every day and she’s quite capable of using the inside toilet.  So the incentive is no longer there, until, like the past few days, I begin to get ‘cabin fever’.

She perks up when we get to the canal bridge; as I get my camera ready and thoughfully compose the scene, she barks “do you want someone walking over the bridge?”  The old dog would never have thought of that.  True - it would probably have just wandered into the scene, wanted or not.  

We have a pleasant walk and stop on the bridge on the way back to stare at the narrow boats moored up below us.

“You’re more fun to walk with than the dog” I say.  “Yes” she says “and you don’t need to bring a small plastic bag with you either”.