My grandmother always said one foot in front of the other is the best way to get things done. One of my favourite ways to process what's happing in my life is to hit the lake. So today, being home sick, cough, cough and all that, I took Pilot for a well earned run.
He has been Mr Grumpy pants himself since we moved. Putting my Oprah hat on for a moment I would say he is feeling a bit insecure about the choices I've been making, mainly moving house again, and has felt the need to take control of the bus. You know, regular doggy dominance behaviour... yelling at me to drive faster when we are in the car, telling me to get out of bed at 2 am so he can go sniff stuff in the yard, trowing rubbish about the kitchen when we are out...
I'd forgotten to take him to somewhere familiar and reassure him. We hadn't been down the lake for a couple of months. Living in Downer I'd take us off towards Mt Majura or somewhere closer to the Northside. But the new place is 5.5 kms from the lake and we can go down there for a quick walk most afternoons.
He loves it there. He runs around barking at the birds - I'm sure they feel no need to fear him. They fly about 1 ft higher than his nose along the ground in front of him and he runs only fast enough not to catch them