The happy place

Hello it’s me again. Again on the sofa with a cute dog resting on my lap.

Sorry I haven’t written for so long; I’m going through some stuff.

Speaking of which:

There’s nothing I don’t love about dogs.

Anyway

Outside, a coat of ice is covering the ground like clear gloss varnish, making a seemingly mundane task of grocery shopping into a death defying nightmare.

Danger!

But nonetheless, out we went into the cold darkness, and back we came with some essentials such as gingerbread flavoured yoghurt, coco pops and even some milk.

This what some would say oppressive weather — a small taste of what is to come — is visible through the windows — where the wards are: the Christmas lights — strengthens the joy and merriment of being inside.

Picture that scene from Lord of the Rings in which Frodo and the others are chased by the Nazgûls, but nonetheless they hide in Frodos little house for a cozy dinner; safe for a brief moment.

It’s like that exactly.

The cute cat-sized agility dog had in the meanwhile somehow jumped onto the kitchen table. He had his knitted jumper on. In his maw there was a slice of gluten free pizza.

That memory I will cherish.

I love dogs