Eventually the sun came out today. So I took the doggo for a good walk in the superb English countryside, looking for some wild pheasants to spring, but every 5 minutes or so I kept shaking my head in disbelief at how someone who has 3 children and could help has not offered to help.
I'm still shaking my head in disbelief now as I write.
That anger and hatred is still there, but under control, and dominated by pity, but not forgiveness.
Twenty years of research I gave her...and not one expression of thanks, or offer of help.
It ruins a good walk, it does...more than the doggo rolling around in fox shit.
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