On taking the dog for a walk

Whenever I take the dog for a walk on the mountain, I daydream the same thing. As I walk I dream that I will meet a boy taking a dog for a walk in the other direction and that we fall in love.

This is of course poppycock.

For one I am in a very happy relationship. This doesn't stop the daydreaming however, even though sometimes I substitute mysterious stranger with m'dearest. Sometimes.

Secondly, we've had the dog for about ten years and never have I met someone my own age taking a dog for a walk, never mind a (very) handsome boy.

Lastly, if it were to happen, I would be wearing my mountain clothes (wellies, hoodie, old jeans, hair not-so-sexily windswept), I would awkwardly say hi and then walk by and continue talking to my dog like a crazy person and then I would never see him again.

Like a true love story.

But then, everybody has silly little scenarios in their heads don't they?! OK, mine is incredibly mundane and has no superheros in it, but for now, it is the best my imagination can manage, so I will settle.

Off I go a walking. Hwyl a sbrii