Monday, 24 June 2013
Monday, 10 June 2013
Monday, 13 May 2013
He longs for the wide open spaces of the moor and sheep to chase. Alas he lives by the bypass with its fumes and growl of engines on tarmac. But at dawn and dusk the wild dog in him seeps out in a sweet, sharp, poignant howl.
Monday, 15 April 2013
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
I often seen him down The Dog & Duck where he’s wont to cheat at darts and neck back unattended pints of beer. I walk back home with him time to time as we live in the same part of town though I’ve never invited him in for a coffee. I’ve a soft spot for him but I don’t want fleas in my flat.
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Spring's in the air and he feels like a pup again; he's loosened his collar an extra notch, pissed on a few posts more on his morning walk and flicked a flea onto the neighbour's whining cat. Nice shot.