REMEMBERING BARNEY

I went walking in the woods this afternoon. As my feet turned to this section bordering the golf course I nearly saw Barney our springer spaniel dashing ahead, sniffing right and left but of course it was only a memory of time past since Barney died a long time ago in his 13th year making him elderly in human years. He was a good dog well loved in the family enjoying - I like to think - his relationship with us.
Memory plays strange tricks; this afternoon I smelled the oiliness of his coat.