I look at the Battersea Dogs Home website regularly. Barny has been there for months. His best mate, Robin, also a young lurcher and chasing him in that photo, is at the home too.
Oh Barney. You’re my type of dog. I can see you with a red neckerchief on, tongue lolling from your big grin, charging through the woods, chasing rabbits. I love you so hard. We would be such happy hobos together.
The worst thing that happens to you when you learn to drive is that you start looking forward out of cars, even when you’re a passenger; you start driving every car you’re in, instead of losing yourself in the landscape, however dull or empty or repetitive it may be, as you did when you were a child. The games I used to invent with electrical wires and clouds! I would like to no longer seek control; I would like to forget how to drive.