Sometimes we talk about getting another big dog.
A big dog could accompany Dearly Beloved on his daily five-mile walks and perhaps get me off the sofa and out for some brisk exercise. A big dog would offer a measure of security and discourage door-to-door solicitors, unlike Miss Piggy, who’d sell us out in a second for a corner of burned toast.
We find ourselves looking at dogs when we’re out, wondering, “This size?” Last month during a walk on the beach, I met a dog which helped narrow the parameters in my own mind.
N o t t h i s b i g.