To a dog [a well-sprayed lamp-post] is The Times hot off the presses; latest news, social column, gossip….We smell in black and white, while a dog smells in eternal rainbows of subtle and delicate nuances. (Simon Barnes – Bird watching with your eyes closed)
For the first few months of our dog’s life with us, ‘up’ didn’t exist. He lived his life at nose level and below. Sometimes, he was puzzled at the noises he heard, such as the gulls above us, because he hadn’t yet realised there was another dimension to the world. But already, there were things he knew that I could never know.
When I walk with my dog, we’re each having the same experience in a different way. In sensory terms, I can only ever experience the walk in the present moment. Though I bring to it memories, local knowledge and history, that walk will always be what is happening…
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