A picture of my dog

The poem and picture below (of yesterday) show a picture of my beautiful dog. We walk on the beach every day - weather allowing - and this poem - or start of a poem is about something that really happened.

My husband would be really angry if he knew I put a picture of her on my blog because he is convinced something will happen to her. But this picture kinda illustrates the work so hey ho! By the way Fox poo really stinks - and it really is sticky and stenchy (not sure that is a word). I could tell you the story of my dog. I have always really wanted a dog - I always had a dog as a child but my husband never really wanted one. But after 25 years of marriage the opportunity came up to get a puppy from someone at work. And I fell in love. I did con him a bit as I said it was on a two week trial - and it truly was. I was convinced he wouldn't give in and I would have to send her back but he fell in love. Head over heels in love. I do all the walking and spend more time with her but she is madly in love with him - perhaps it is a female thing again because our male cat loves me the most. But she is wonderful company and I am so glad we have her. I just wish I had more time to spend with her.

Anyway just a little note. This weekend I am going to try and write more about me. I realise that I may have given a strange impression of me - with so many things missing so will try to rectify this later.

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