Saturday, February 25, 2012
What counts ?
An overcast start to the day. A chill morning breeze battling with the mild air. The breeze wins . Angus puts on a jacket .
After a trip to the cafe under the arcades we head down to the valley for a quick walk . For a blind dog fresh scents and adventures doubly important . Wilf may not be as fast on his feet as he once was but his enthusiam for sniffing and christening remains undiminished . A full twenty minutes of head down adventure . Then he tires, settles down on the grass verge, and dozes . '' Success is not final , failure is not fatal ; it's the courage to continue that counts ''.
Back home . He smells Swedish meatballs cooking . I'd swear that he skips into the kitchen .