I took my cheery personality for a walk this afternoon. The bread and milk had run out, and so I sauntered via Sainsburys across the park. It was a cold but bright day, the lowering sun blinding as I moved across the car park, yet the chill was without wind and bearable.
Carrying my overpriced goodies in my 'Tesco' bag I limped my way towards the park, cheerfully avoiding the hundreds on parent escorted children heading home. I note the kids have to walk to school, a good mile or more for many, and car use is discouraged here.
The morning had been a slow one, tiredness from the walking yesterday hitting home so a wander across the green acre, blue sky, occasional aircraft passing by, was refreshing.
The best part of the day was the man walking his wee Bulldog. I have met him before with his previous Bulldog, and he clearly likes them. As we passed close I mentioned that he could not be in a hurry, the dog searching through every second blade of grass. The dog then chose to sniff me, quickly losing interest and returning to check the path nearby. They say having a dog makes life better, cleary it makes this man's life better, and clearly the dog is well fed, out for a walk as soon as the man gets home from work, and happy as can be.
I suggest I will never be as happy as a dog taken for a walk across a park used by many other dogs.
