All things come to pass.

Since the phone call last night, I have been ruminating on what difficulties I've definitely caused Neil and Emma, who I was helping over the last few months escape from 24/7 dogs, up at the doggy daycare.

Without knowing I've done anything irresponsible I've gone and done something thoughtless. Something thoughtless to them but of no meaning or consequence to me. From Friday morning until Monday evening I took care of those animals, who I feel akin to, in the only way I know how: being out and about, socialising them, enjoying quality time, etc ...

The door to the kitchen keeps slamming in Pret so I hastily move ...

Drunk in charge of dogs? Is there such a concept? Was I drunk in charge of dogs or is that a perception seen in one person by another person? Maybe they should breathalyse dog carers now?

It was Saturday afternoon and I'd walked into Wetherby, via my mum's to stir the Kombucha I'm making and change boots from the wet to the drier. Then I headed to Andy's and Church Street vibes for a Bagel, and a little social time, until around three I took the dogs back to The Glebe to collect Charly to make it three again: Charly, Lexi and Pip. The owner handed over Charly, I took him in and fed the other three, who had been on the go with me since seven, and I had leftover veggie Madras before I took him with us to the Bay Horse, around 4:30pm until I guess 7:30pm (when I paid my bill) - as I wasn't interested in the time.

What Emma and Neil were told, that I was in the Bay Horse from 2pm until 8pm, is entirely untrue. And clearly any hour and a half walking back from Wetherby to The Glebe to feed the dogs takes account of the mid afternoon? Oh well, I am let go for giving those dogs as much time as possible in a manner I see as normal - did I really offend anyone?

There's me thinking I did a really good job with all dogs from Friday morning until Monday evening but I often forget there will never be a time when people don't misperceive the world we inhabit.

And I'll talk of the attack I suffered on Saturday mid afternoon and then Sunday night another time. Why is it necessary to always be defending who I am and the way I deal with life?

Truly I loved my time up at the Glebe, with the dogs and the tranquil beauty of it all, but The Bay Horse is still The Bay Hearse in my perception and all things come to pass?

Daniel, you must remember that all defense is but an attack on the Truth, I did not sin, and I hope Neil and Emma will forgive me (or do I really have to start wearing a badge to show my tendencies)?

Ruminating over? Emotional support this morning can't come along soon enough! Mental health really is all encompassing.