As I write Sally has weedled her way onto the sofa with me and is flopped out resting her face on my foot. Looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. It's hard to believe what a little rascal she has been tonight!
To be fair she's had a pretty boring day. It was Joseph's first day back at school so I pampered him and drove him there through the wind and rain then went shopping before going to work. That meant that there was no time for any walkies til after tea. No good for Sally. Like a child with ADHD it was absolutely no good at all. In the end she lost the plot, ran downstairs, pulled all my stuff out of my new (and much loved) Fat Face bag and started chewing it up - just like the time she found my favourite old eiderdown (See picture).
I was none too pleased but that's all it took to shake me from my chair, get my coat and wellies on and reach for the lead. We had a walk together in the dark, and surprisingly it felt great. Its funny but without a dog you wouldn't catch me walking around in the dark and now I realise how much I have been missing.
It was a full moon (or near enough) tonight and the sky looked magical. The moonlight landed in the puddles that I purposely squelched through, like a kid, well no-one was looking and it felt fab, and the wind rustled through the hedgerow like some mysterious ancient musical instrument playing a tune just for us. I came back feeling more awake and alive than when I set off; wowed by the wonder of nature.
Good old Sally. She's sending out the zs now so I guess the walk did the trick for her. It certainly did for me.
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