It's been so much fun to now walk where other dogs have trod, to sniff their scents with wild abandon and to actually meet some of Toby's doggy cousins, to say nothing of the many females who just want to stop and pat him.
Yesterday we met a couple of lovely girls going for a power walk. I could see that they wanted a meet and greet before they'd even reached us. I've become quite good at lip-reading certain phrases like 'he's so cute' and 'I just want to give him a cuddle'. When they reached us I asked if they wanted a pat. Well of course they couldn't resist Toby's charms and he couldn't resist getting extremely excited. One of the girls squatted down to give him a cuddle and that's when I discovered that my little boy needed a bit more training in the proper way to greet a new friend. Toby decided that the best way to do it was to go straight for the crotch-sniff. She was so surprised that she ended up falling backwards on to her butt which gave Toby even more cause for excitement. Yes, he's made a new friend for life.
I'm finally living my childhood dream. I've been immortalised in print. No, not my words - my image. I've become a model. (Damn I should have warned you all to swallow any food that may be in your mouth in case paroxysms of laughter cause choking). I'm being used in Coach Chris's advertising leaflets.
Photos still can take me by surprise. I was pretty chunky (fat) in my late teens and part of me still thinks a little this way. I must say running has done better things for my body than discus ever did. And I'm so glad I finally was brave enough to lose the perm.
Don't you just love the special polyester track suit? I was heading off with the state team for the national athletics championships and we HAD to wear it. No, I didn't keep it as a memento.
So here's a challenge - find the photo that defines the old you and then one of the you that you've become. I'm pretty proud of the changes I've made and I'm certain that the old me will never see the light of day again.