This is her pleading face. Please feed me. Please love me. Please take me with you. She’s sitting by the front door as I get ready to leave. That particular day I wasn’t taking her, and she knew it. I’m probably anthropomorphising, but I think she looks sad. It’s the eyes. I was a little bit sad too. I was only picking the children up from school, or going to the post office, but I like taking her out. Her verve for life and ability to find pleasure in the smallest things, a biscuit crumb, a squirrel to chase, a puddle to swim in, make taking her outside a pleasure.
Our regular walks have become a highlight of my of my days. Crunching frosty grass, splodging along muddy tracks, receiving a sleety facial, it’s all good when accompanied by a lolloping hound. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t venture outside in driving rain and howling wind, but I’ve no doubt that a brisk stomp on a daily basis is doing me a lot of good. And seeing her grinning face as she bounds up to me with a stolen tennis ball in her mouth, makes me happy. They should give out dogs on the NHS.
This post is for the Gallery at Sticky Fingers, whose theme this week is ‘Eyes’.