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Through the chaos of dog excitement they stroll peacefully. Wearing wellies and anoraks of all different styles, they clutch their plastic bags. Decked out for all weathers, they turn their faces to the sky. The sun is shining, today is … Continue reading
Nose pressed to the ground, tail wagging. Criss-crossing his master’s path, short legs pumping. The lead restricts his movement, but never his enthusiasm.
A woman bustles past him in a hurry. His tail wags halfheartedly as she passes, hoping for a friendly pat. He looks crestfallen for a second, then resumes his watch on the shop door.
A beautiful, honey-brown coat, brushed to perfection. A high forehead, furrowed in a worried frown. He stands erect, paws perfectly spaced, back straight. His wagging tail belies the wrinkles on his brow. An accident of breed, not an indicator of … Continue reading
A small black and white face appears at the back window. Hopeful eyes scan the car park. Seeing only me, the dog slumps visibly, head sinking onto its front paws. Despondent, it must wait again.
The little grey dog stops, tail not moving, ears pricked. Opposite him is a tortoiseshell cat, sideways on, back arched. Neither moves a muscle. A stand off is in progress, but who will win?
A tiny terrier hares past the window, little legs pumping. Every windswept hair on his body expresses the simple joy of running.