Day Five

Breakfast. We had been given yoghurt for Layla, for use in case she wouldn't eat. I decided to use it, mostly because I felt like a tit just leaving it there.



Layla has, still, yet to eat even half of it. This falls just short of irony, of course, but it is amusing nevertheless.

Walk!



Two roads diverged in our yellow wood.









Guess which one we took?



That's right (actually we walked both. Take that, Frost, you weirdo.

Forever Wild? Maybe. I mean, it still had its fair share of broken, assorted detritus, not to mention running along tennis courts. It was, however, not without its obstacles



for both of us...









But we managed. Possibly bouyed by the belief that, should things get really rough, we could eat the other. Maybe not - I don't want to speculate. What's important is that we made it home. Eventually. Walking Layla can involve an awful lot of stops and starts - sometimes fine, sometimes not. When you've been an hour, are very hungry and need a bathroom desperately? One of the nots.

Layla was reminded of just who has how much leverage in our walking relationships.



I have, also, since shaved and cut my hair. Layla's knots are next (no, Olivia, she is quite safe from my clippers. Maybe. For now).