Dogs

Part 3: The happiness of dogs far outweighs the poop. 


The dogs are ready to go before she slides back the bolt.
‘Stay…’ She checks her pockets for the roll of poo bags. ‘It’s not the best part of the walk,’ she confides, ‘but: necessary. Heel!’
They surge out like one many-legged animal, some kind of dog-centipede, jostling behind her, till they reach the field and she lets them roam. She loves the way they plunge nose to grass, as though the field is brand new to them.

The dog pen re-secured, Claire fetches the hand trowel, a trug for collecting weeds and a straw hat to shade her eyes. The earth is soft to touch, lightly damp, warm, aerated. Sometimes a welcome shelter of cloud drifts between her and the sun. She watches the cloud shadow cross the yard, wonders where it will go from here. The trug is filled and lugged to the compost box, once, twice, many times; she sets herself a rhythm of work; loses herself in it until her stomach tells her it might be an apt time for ingesting lunch.



Comments

  1. Lynn Proctor4 April 2013 at 14:21

    i am trying to remember this--as we don't have a dog at this time--but may be thinking about it in the near future--i have always had dogs in the past :)

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  2. Suze4 April 2013 at 15:43

    There is a deep deepness to this life Claire is leading that I think most the harried moderns lack and, somewhere where it counts, crave.

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  3. Misha Gerrick4 April 2013 at 18:43

    This reminds me of my dogs. They act like this whenever they get taken on walks.

    :-D

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  4. Geo.5 April 2013 at 03:22

    "The happiness of dogs far outweighs the poop." My own life-experience compels me to accept this as an axiom.

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  5. Lisa Southard5 April 2013 at 14:45

    Many thanks for thoughtful comments dear readers. Have just returned from a dog walking session, so am full of canine joys :-)

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