Friday

I took Otto to the dog park again today, but I hung onto the end of that long lead with both hands. I wasn't going to fall flat on my face again.

There was a woman who let her chihuahua off its lead, but every time Otto went near it she rushed over to protect it. Why bring your dog to an off-lead park, I thought. If that is how you are going to behave? Otto didn’t care about her rat dog. It is really funny, as I believe that most dogs have to be protected from Chihuahuas. Nasty, bad tempered little rat dogs that they are. 

I kept re-writing my fiction blog for the rest of the day. It was a good day. Otto and I sat up almost to midnight. They are always going to be evolving, my blog posts. I am always going to be re-writing them. If they cross over from reality to fiction, which they have on occasions, so be it. I am a completely revisionist blog writer. Anything is acceptable if it makes the writing more interesting. I’m not precious about any of my posts.

I guess it is a pity that no one reads the re-written version.

Otto is funny, he is such a sleepy boy when I wake him up to go to bed. I have to actually stand him up on his paws and hold him for seconds while he wakes up.