Fog

It’s been very foggy today.

Being a good dog owner, I looked outside and thought about what a lovely walk we could take, since there would be no golfers playing golf in the fog. The golfers have a hard enough time playing in the bright sunlight, considering the amount of misplaced golf balls we recover on a daily basis, so we’d have all the greens to ourselves.

I thought about how nice it would be to get some photos of the dogs in the fog, and what an opportunity it was. I thought about the grass sparkling with dew and the dead trees and the very eerie fog, and what lovely atmospheric photos it would give.

And then I thought some more, about how damp and cold it looked, and how creepy the fog was, and how if anyone attacked me with some kind of axe-shaped object, no-one would hear me scream. So instead I made the decision to stay indoors, with the happy warm glow of my computer.

So my dogs have been forced to spend the afternoon gazing wistfully out of windows and reading magazines to pass the time.