Man’s Best Friend

Unprecedentedly, I’m home alone this weekend. I’ve cooked some tasty meals, listened to some absorbing cricket, cleaned the fish tank, sunk a few beers, watched some great films, done some washing, tidied up, been late to bed, lied in. And now I’m out for a walk.

It’s a lovely sunny day. But it’s a solitary business walking without a child. No-one to hassle me for sweets or ice cream. No scooters, wobbling bikes, tripping up, tears, bruises or grumbles about being bored… And so my mind wanders to my erstwhile furry companion.

Poor old Mr Tumnus. His ashes in a box and his spirit in the sky in a red jacket, lapping powerfully just behind an electric bunny. I miss the old boy today. My kids have more than replaced him. But when they get older and need me less, I think I’ll need another hound to accompany me. Around about my 50th birthday I reckon. Watch this space.

2 thoughts on “Man’s Best Friend

  1. Do not discount the possibility that there are times where you may be your own most valuable companion, even without a wet snout and wagging tail. There are some experiences which can be most powerful when lived as an independent unit. And being comfortable about that independence is both challenging and slightly scary. Hard to imagine when at the stage of young children and overwhelming family demands, but worth considering. Take it from one who has turned fifty (and even fifty one in recent times) and has no trailing hound or consuming desire to acquire one. Discuss.

    1. It’s a good thought – dogs may belong to Kierkegaard’s ‘ethical phase’ of meeting the needs of others. In the third ‘religious phase’ it’s the same letters, but a different spelling.

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