I caught the bus to Stotfold this morning
to walk my mum's dog Barley.
I do this most Thursdays when I'm available,
which helps my mum out, as it's one day less to pay a dog-walker while she's at work (and my
rates are very reasonable), and it's good for me too, as it's an excuse to get
some exercise. While I walk a lot through not driving, it's nice to occasionally do it
for the sake of it, without having a particular destination in
mind (other than my mum's house to take the dog back).
Barley is the softest beast you could meet.
He's the epitome of friendliness; always pleased to see you and unlikely to
misbehave (save gobbling up the occasional bit of rubbish from the pavement, if you briefly take your eye
off the game. I once saw him eat another dog's poo, which wasn't his finest
moment).
When we got back from our spot of Stotfold
exploration, Barley and my mum's cat Chaser sat with me while I had a cup of
tea and did some admin before catching the bus back (which I'm on as I write).
This made for a nice mental break before I get ready for a gig I'm doing
tonight. I'm more comfortable in the company of animals than other humans,
which is a worry. Perhaps I should have been a vet (called Ivette?).
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