I do wonder sometimes whether or not I am actually part of the 'Human race' or in anyway related to it. For a start the 'Human race'? well I guess that sums it up in a way, everyone seems to want more and want it faster, bigger, more shiny and better than the Jones'. All I want is a stable mind, good & simple food and somewhere warm and loving to shelter from the storm. I just don't get this need for more, for gawds sake as a species we are the biggest parasite this world has ever known with scant disregard that we are killing off the planet that we actually need to live!
And another reason that I question my belonging to this species is that I don't particularly like the vast majority of people and they in return don't like my attitude and bluntness, for an example allow my tell about you about walking the other day....
Yes, I have once again started walking on a regular basis once more. I need to shift the weight and also exercise releases endorphins that raise one's mood. And yes I have wittered on countless times before about my rotundness and the need to exercise but once again I couldn't be arsed. The Black Dog can be very clever at preventing a person from fighting back at times, a true bitch if you like. So getting back on track, so to speak, I have been hitting the trails at Nercwys Forest accompanied by the terrible twosome. I deliberately leave the camera at home on these jaunts, not through 'can't be arsedness' but so that I am not stopping every so often to take photographs of the trail hence enabling me to set a steady pace the whole of the walk.
I try and time my walks and plan the route to avoid people as much as possible and usually I come across very few soles upon the trails. For some reason though the other day I must have got my timing totally arse about face as on my return leg I came across several families and single walkers outward bound. I managed to get away with the barest of good natured conversation or even just the odd friendly nod but then I was reminded why I am not a people person. Coming around a bend the terrible twosome and myself were confronted by a family more rotund than myself, three really yappy Yorkshire Terriers, a snappy little shit of a Toy Poodle (he's only playing, yeah right o hence his bared teeth then?) and bringing up the rear what I assumed to be a large Lurcher. As the group passed by without even a thank you or by your leave whilst I stepped aside with the terrible twosome in hand the Lurcher and sour faced owner were last to pass. Now I love Lurchers and their history so, out character I may add, I remarked "nice looking Lurcher". The lady in question (and I use the world lady in the loosest possible context) actually about turned and spat out " Lurcher? no young man this a Goldydoole not a pathetic Lurcher, and I'll also have you know that he was bloody expensive!". It was all I could do to keep smiling as I asked "a Goldydoole?". To which the battleaxe replied " if you knew anything about dogs young man you would know that he is a cross between a Golden Retriever and a Standard Poodle"
Now I must say that at this point I was sorely tempted to allow her a demonstration of my vast range of Anglo Saxon but taking pity on the bag I merely kept smiling and left her with " why thank ye indeed madame for I didn't release he be a mongrel", and still smiling whilst she, open mouthed, fought for a cutting reply I turned on my heels and skipped back to the car.
It begs the question why some people are not actually vetted before dog ownership? Till the next time, take care,