Introductions first, I’m a Jack Russell ( tri-colour) very small only 4.5 kg, but long legged and fast. I live near the estuary and close to the mountains.
I’m a dog so I don’t understand all the words that my family says, just “important” ones.
I was always told that “42“ was the number that gave all the answers, it appears that’s no longer the case it’s now “19”
Since “19” appeared its all changed.
The people who used to be smaller and are now bigger have returned and spend their day sat at two screens “working” I sometimes open an eye from my slumber on their comfortable beds and can confirm that some of what I see on those screens is not “work”.
“She” always “worked “ from home so I was never left for long even before “19”
“He” has changed, thankfully I no longer have to endure an early ( I mean way too early) morning “walk.” Instead he gets up and “works” so I get to pop into the “garden” ( more of that later ) and then dash upstairs and chose which member of the family is going to receive my love, I dive under the duvet and snuggle up.
I love my “walks” but things have gone crazy, they all seem determined to take me out. We mainly do the same local walk which is OK but becoming a bit boring. We even went round the local walk “anticlockwise” the other morning, “radical”.
Most days we get into the “car” which I love and drive “6 minutes” because we “are allowed to” to the local forest. For as long as I can remember which is my whole “life” we have walked on the edge of the forest on route to the big hills which are brilliant and wild, we don’t go up there anymore, that might be due to “19” but cause and effect isn't my strong point. We now slowly wander around the forest, observing every tree, every bird and ever deer track.
The other thing that has stopped is “climbing” we used to jump in the “car” before going for a walk and then I would get to lie in the sun all day, I especially liked the days when they carried that massive “mat” for me to sleep on.
My “home” is also changing “he” has been doing things to it for weeks filling, sanding and painting I've even helped to mix “cement” which tastes horrible. It gives him “focus” which is weird as he hasn't done much “focus” for the last fifteen years.
Since “19” “she” has become “obsessed “ with my garden which means my activities are now frowned upon, however I must admit it is looking very nice.
They assume that I can’t think about the “future” but I can, they think it will all go back to how it was, but it won’t, I can smell that on the wind.
