Dumb love and soft clarts
I am really loving living with a dog. It is so nice to have someone actually be pleased to see you come home and want to spend time with you. Of late I have just had some huffy bastard who gets upset when I get home because she has to get off the phone to her boyfriend.
A bit of dumb love never hurt anyone, and it's heart warming. Body warming too if it is a cold day - it is a new house to me and I still haven't really worked out the heating. Plus I don't pay the bills directly, so I have terrible usage guilt. Problem solved if the dog comes and sits on my chest.
And he needs walking, so I get to take exercise, without it really feeling like exercise, which can only help my 15-stone-by-christmas target**.
The only problem is the dogs eggs. I come from the country, so when I had a dog, I would take it out for a run in the fields, and there was that much cow dung on the floor, the occasional deposit from my hound went generally unnoticed. Now I am walking a city dog in the park, you have to pick it up within seconds of him depositing it.
It has to be picked up for the same reason as anything else - what if it goes in a child's eye? It is amazing how much stuff we are worried could end up in kids' eyes. You have to ask the question why they don't just lead with the nose. But I digress.
Now I find myself walking through the park, armed with a handful of nappy bags, just waiting for the little love to start. There is no nice way of it happening, but when it is very soft, body temperature and sticking to the long grass, I begin to question my love for this animal.
**For interest, when my wife left me in June I was about 18 and a quarter stone, I just dipped under 17 last week. The plan is 15 by christmas, because by then the misogyny may well have given way to the horn.
A bit of dumb love never hurt anyone, and it's heart warming. Body warming too if it is a cold day - it is a new house to me and I still haven't really worked out the heating. Plus I don't pay the bills directly, so I have terrible usage guilt. Problem solved if the dog comes and sits on my chest.
And he needs walking, so I get to take exercise, without it really feeling like exercise, which can only help my 15-stone-by-christmas target**.
The only problem is the dogs eggs. I come from the country, so when I had a dog, I would take it out for a run in the fields, and there was that much cow dung on the floor, the occasional deposit from my hound went generally unnoticed. Now I am walking a city dog in the park, you have to pick it up within seconds of him depositing it.
It has to be picked up for the same reason as anything else - what if it goes in a child's eye? It is amazing how much stuff we are worried could end up in kids' eyes. You have to ask the question why they don't just lead with the nose. But I digress.
Now I find myself walking through the park, armed with a handful of nappy bags, just waiting for the little love to start. There is no nice way of it happening, but when it is very soft, body temperature and sticking to the long grass, I begin to question my love for this animal.
**For interest, when my wife left me in June I was about 18 and a quarter stone, I just dipped under 17 last week. The plan is 15 by christmas, because by then the misogyny may well have given way to the horn.
posted by Al Dawes at
12:39 AM
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