They are so very patient with me, good doggers.
I confess to walking very little lately, a sign that the body and mind and spirit are vulnerable.
So they call me, every day, to come out “just a little, a Mhamaidh! It’s so lovely! We will stay near!”
They are so very beautifully patient.
Today, they showed me six different places that are good for making snow-dog-angels
and thus coaxed me further than I have walked in a fortnight.
Doggers know best.