All in the Eyes
Working from home is absolute bliss, except when you get bored with the walls and start wondering what’s in the fridge. My fridge spends most of its time in a pathetic state of flux which inevitably causes dull stares into the void that is a fridge absolutely full of nothing to snack on. The pantry cupboard is in collusion with the fridge, so consequently I just make myself another cup of coffee and imagine the taste of a lemon cream cookie.
To break up my day of working on my art, staring at the walls, and potentially eating for the sake of eating, I have taken up some dog walking for a few hours a day. This gives me time out of the house and time spent in excellent company. It also allows me to burn off calories from those times I am actually able to find a snack. One gentleman I have the pleasure of spending time with is named Hugo.
Hugo is a large dog, and probably weighs just slightly less than me at my COVID weight (which, let’s be honest - is just my normal weight now). And, although he might seem overwhelming when he comes towards you, with one look you are set at ease. Everything he is all in his eyes. There is something intangible about the trusting way a dog looks at you. On my first walk with Hugo he sat and looked at me, and the way he was looking at me warmed me to my soul - magic. The photo I took became a drawing I did and I love that I am reflected in his eyes.
There is magic in a dog and it is the purest kind; the way they look at you and the way they make you feel happier just by seeing them. They all deserve to be loved because there is nothing quite like being loved back by a dog.
“The dog is a gentleman. I hope to go to his heaven, not man’s”
