Every afternoon I take a walk in the forest and the little dog leads the way. Although she sleeps away most of the day, with only the occasional stirring for something to eat, she lets me know when it is time to walk. At nearly nine years old and, although seemingly quite lazy, can walk in the forest for a mighty long time. The scent of a rabbit or hare will send her scurrying through the undergrowth and the SIGHT of a rabbit ot hare turns her into greyhound. A surprise to see this fluffy little white creature run faster than a rabbit. (She has caught a few - baby ones they may be - but catch them she can).
I choose to comment on social issues and write creatively on a variety of subjects - for a variety of audiences.