In the Bush with Hallie
Hallie escaped out the back fence somehow in the late afternoon and I went out in pursuit. It developed more into an informal bush walk. It's been a while since I had one - Peggy wasn't up to it with his bad back leg - and I guiltily enjoyed it. Eventually I caught and leashed her, but not until we had a lot of fun in the process. Even so, right in the middle I just sat down and cried, because it reminded so much of the good times I used to have with Pegasus doing just that. Don't need much excuse to cry today.
When Kevin gets back I might see about walking Hallie properly down the bush tracks. Both her and Bobbie seem fit enough for it, and more exercise like this would be good for me too. But Hallie needs to learn discipline. Can't walk a dog that wont come when it's being called, because no matter how careful one can be, accidents can happen and dogs can get loose, and that's when they need to come when called.
You know, Pegasus used to really love bush walks - all the sites and sounds and smells out there. When he was fitter he used to chase roos and wild goats, though he never seemed to catch any.
And those walks were the nearest thing I'd get to a proper meditation. I have really missed them so much!