Blog about a dog

Ash at home


Ash is or was a white lurcher. We went on long, muddy walks to Hadleigh Castle or the beach. She always ran away, crossing fields like a cloud in a green sky. It took the kids hours to catch her.

She drove us mad, turning over bins and throwing rubbish all over the house. A disturbed dog, she was the white ghost of an animal haunting the house, disruptive as an ash cloud from Iceland.

The day before she was to be speyed, she ran off into a forest and didn’t come back. Ash chose to be wild, a force of nature. Now we don’t go on long walks any more and I miss her. Where are you now Ash?

About Lois

Writes fiction, journalism, teaches yoga
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