Dog lovers and their early morning walks?
What can I say.
there is a choice one makes in the moment before one peals one's eyes open.
it goes like this:
"Can I get out of this warm bed on such cold autumn morning, jump in the shower, make breakfasts, talk to husband - get through his morning grumpiness, wash the dishes from last night, and walk the dogs?"
The inevitable result of such split second soliloquy is:
"Oh, sod it, just get up and walk the dogs."
And that is just what I do.
The reward doesn't wait long.
I get up onto the cliffs, the views are magnificently calm and fresh.
Even on mornings when everything is hiding in the mist.
Subtle shapes emerge from the sea, and hover above the horison as though they are about to float away. Sets one up for the day better than porrige.
I did of course began with a disaster.
On my first morning walk in the Dog News Alley I got over enthusiastic, and imagined I could run wildly around with the dogs. Maybe I could learn new skills, like sniffing everybody's butt. Might be a better judge of character.
As it was, my ambitions were thwarted and I twisted an ankle.
The time in the morning before coffee and shower is the worst possible time to make desicions, for me anyway. I wore the wrong pair of shoes.
Left my mobile at home. So much for technology when you need it. So I sat there in the middle of the woods, trying to push the dogs away. They thought I was down in their world to play, and proceeded to lick me to death.
Drat!
So much for a morning run, loosing weight, getting fit, finding internal peace, New Year resolutions and all that malarkey.
