She did not like the lead. I remember Kali bucking like a bronco when I put one on for the first time. The human need to protect , control, the umbilical cord that will hopefully one day be abandoned replaced by trust. But now, as I prepare to walk her down the Beccles road, she hides under the van when she sees it! By week 2 she is more familiar and knows it will not last and that when we reach the secret woodland entrance, she will be let off to run with the pack through the wood.
Brow has the habit of stopping, looking back awaiting the command, before I say rabbit and he’s off, first stop the chicken run. Through the field, Kobo trying to keep up, Brow and Bobji racing to their first dig out. But we meet at the entrance to Blyford lane, the old by way, where we walk beside Roys land. Kobo occupies the central footpath, and stops often, tripping me up. It is a slow walk. And even slower when we get to Southwold road, as Kobo goes down on hearing a car and there are many on this road. But we make it, across into Pippa’s for the great morning swim. Brow and Kobo tied to one another, Bobji free for she will stick close to water. Here I meditate on the previous day, go over conversations, remember things I have not done, and perhaps plan a little, as I come to terms with my diminshing physical shape. I can no longer run, imagine that, not even down hill down the Beccles Road. How quickly we adjust to our limitations.
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