This morning I woke up late and vowed never again to order pizza late at night, and 
absolutely never again have a glass of milk on a belly full of blue-cheese pizza.
Only God knows how often I’ve promised myself to cook healthy fastfood when pizza-craving knocks.
Today is Saturday and most of Reykjavík is travelling the country or feasting somewhere out of town. The first weekend of August being the traditional travel, drink, and feast weekend. As the town is empty, and the belly still upset, we took to the road.
We, means me and the pack. We took off to Krýsuvík. I haven’t been to Krýsuvík in more than a year. We headed to the lake of Kleifarvatn, observing that a part of the road is now paved and not gravel anymore. How nice that the wilderness, just outside Reykjavík, is less wild than before.
The plan was to head to the lake and allow the dogs to play in the water. Sunna and Birta have almost no experience with this and have rarely swam. We have to remedy that and soon. As it happens, everyone is somewhere else, and we peacefully found our way to the lake. Alas, there was a lone family of three fishing by the lake.
No problem for the four wheel drive to take a small detour and head to another part of the shore. When we parked Ljúfur went wild as usual, to be given free rain to run around and play. As usual he tried to play with his daughters, disregarding my shouting for him to stop. He tried to listen and show respect but this seven year old puppy of a German Shepherd has been brought up as a partner and not as a servant. We probably have to alter course.
How often have I promised myself to alter course?
When we had played a little it was time to head to the water. The shore on the spot where we parked isn’t sandy. It’s paved with stones, not to large though, but the dogs hated it. Only Salka was determined enough to venture down to the water for a drink and a splash.
Treading slowly behind them I could see how the bare-pawed dogs found it difficult on the rocks and poor Sunna: She came to me a year ago, and hasn’t much muscle. She has put on some weight since then, and has more muscle now at 31 months then she had at 18 months last year. But I could see my little puppy (she’s a grown up German Shepherd bitch) had less streangth in her hindlegs to tread, than the others.
I don’t get it. This small dog has had a special place in my heart since before I met her, and it grows. I love all of them dearly, but there is something about her. I cannot explain it.
Heading home in the sunshine, we were all at peace. They got to gnaw at some chewies and me to do some programming. I don’t like programming anymore, but I’ve got a project to finish. I could have finished it in a week two years ago, but now it’s been taking forever. My passion is heading in another direction. We’ll venture out there soon again to play, but not on a weekend. Early morning weekdays would be best.
I wanted to write today, about the peace and quiet of the soul. But alas, some other day.
