This little dog knows where he’s going. You can always tell who’s the boss. And it’s the little dogs, the small hunting breeds in particular, that like to walk their humans. This guy is no different: he knows he leads. He is alert, vigilant. He knows he is the superior animal, and with great power comes great responsibility. He takes his charge very seriously. One of those large, friendly, goofy dogs crosses his path and wants to make his acquaintance, but he has no time for frivolities. His is a life of duty. His human is wise to depend on him so.
There’s a category on Medium that I find fascinating. It’s called „100 Naked Words„. The idea is that you write every day, even if its just one hundred words. A hundred words are easy to write, easier than you think. They’re gone in a heartbeat. „Heartbeat“ is word number 44 already.
I haven’t had the guts to apply to the guy who runs it yet. I don’t know if I have the dedication to see it through. Perseverance has always been my greatest weakness. But I’m dipping my toes in the water, and a hundred words a day, I think I can do that.
There. I just did.