Walking the dog
Julia picked up the lead, Comma, tail wagging sat against her calf, looking up eyes alight, tongue lolloping to the side.
‘Yes Comma, time for our daily constitutional. Which park shall we choose today?’
Attaching the lead to the dog’s collar Julia walked her to the car. The drive was uneventful with Comma running from window to window as she spotted landmarks telling her the park was close. The car parked in the nearly empty car-park, Comma was released to semi freedom. Immediately she charged over the banks into the trees winding her way back in a circle to Julia. A grin on her face Julia put on her walking shoes and picked up the lead. Comma took the rope in her mouth and tugged impatient to be off.
‘Ok Comma. Let’s walk.’
The two of them set off steady paced along the compacted chalk footpath. Comma shot off weaving between the trees, birds calling their warnings as the warm sunshine dappled her back. Julia smiled, life was good. Nothing could beat a walk in the woods with Comma, except, yes, the smile broadened, there was one addition that would make this brilliant. Julia and Comma passed a bunch of wild garlic, the smell wafted around them as Comma bounced through the undergrowth bruising leaves in her eagerness to explore.
Yes there is something, one thing better than a walk with Comma, Julia’s thoughts drifted in the warm breeze. That walk in the Cotswolds was full of wild garlic.
Yes there is something, one thing better than a walk with Comma, Julia’s thoughts drifted in the warm breeze. That walk in the Cotswolds was full of wild garlic.
