Sunday, November 13, 2011
Canine theatre .
Wilf's in a sweet spot. A bit more confused this week but otherwise full of vim and vigour . The weather helps . Warm and bright . Nothing to trouble old arthritic joints or tumours . Yesterday as the sun sets he treads on a nettle . Paw held up in that overly theatrical " only a sausage can dull the pain " dog type way . With no sausage forthcoming he settles down on the tarmac and falls asleep. He's soon snoring . For the second time in as many days the chauffeur is called to come and collect us . While we wait for the car the sun brushes his coat and he glows brilliant white . Maybe when he's asleep he dreams of being swift and beautiful again .