|Date: August 13th, 2021|
Time: 1530 - 1620
I was having a think earlier, taking a wander down memory lane and pondering life in the olden days, and was quite happy to do so. I had snuggled myself into the recliner chair thingy, was so content I’d rolled myself onto my back with my head in the right-angle position –I call it Resting Dog– when Sarah rudely interrupted me. She didn’t come and drag me from the chair, nor did she say anything to me. She started the ‘going out for a walk’ routine.
It was amazing to me: I looked white from my bath, smelled divine from the new products the groomer uses and was enjoying staring at the ceiling. I had no clue she would take me out whilst looking so fine. But she did, and it was joyous.