For months we have been enquiring at rescue centres for a little dog to replace our terrier who died aged 15 in March.
Now I don’t seem able to concentrate on anything else. Our writing group asked us to write a story and I just moaned about not having a pet.
I usually read a book in the morning before I get up but they all seem boring.
I don’t like going for a walk round the park and seeing all the other people with their dogs.
I stay at home and do codeword puzzles. It has become an effort to make our meals.
I love the programme ‘Pointless’ but life seems rather like that at present.
I didn’t realise what a change life would be without our four legged companion.
I thought we could go on trips and weekends, even a cruise, but I’d rather have a dog.
Let’s hope this doesn’t last for long. I don’t even have anything interesting to say on line!