The Written Word Group

I don't know whether it is my body language or when I put my walking-trainers on that Alfie starts running up and down the hallway, sensing we are going for a walk. I open the door for him to go out the garden but he stays right there next to me, looking at me expectedly, I say: “Good morning Alfie” and he looks at me with that angelic look cocking his head to the right side, wagging his bushy tail and lifting his ears gracefully as if to say: “come on let's go for a walk this morning”, but I don't say anything. Then I do the preparations, because with me it's all about following a procedure before we set off for a walk in the Rambla, maybe that's a give away! I put my Fitbit on my wrist, my phone in my pocket, sunglasses on, the walking stick on my right hand side and now we are all set to go. As soon as I reach for his harness and the lead he’s off, giving this short wolf cries of excitement as much as to say come on, let's go! I open the garden gate, and