Today was windy and rainy. Just the two of us at home. In a sunny interval we took the two dogs for a short walk. Bruce can't seem to manage long walks nowadays. As usual our whippet nosed off into someone's garden. 'I wish she wouldn't do that', I said.
'When I went for a walk with Helen (a friend), she was off into people's gardens all the time'.
'I can't believe it. Why?' he seemed interested.
'Well she's just nosey I suppose'.
'What a hard nosed bitch'.
'She's just a daft dog'.
So the conversation rambled on til I realised. He thought it was my friend disappearing into people's gardens. Oh the joys of dementia. And at least we'd talked which is often hard these days.
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