Chasing

"All the learning in the world cannot replace instinct."
Robert Levy

Today I have been so-so so far. But then I am in constant battle with my instincts. Have you any idea just how much I want to chase things? It's in me, coursing through my veins. ALL THE TIME! I am trying to control it but it is really, really hard.

Obviously the main issue is sheep. Those funny little white fluffy things are just so begging to be chased. They are asking for it. I find that I want to chase them whenever I see them. Not rarely. Not occasionally. Not often. BUT always.

Do I have a problem? aprecious says I am a sheep dog so I should want to chase them but that I am not supposed to or I will get shot. I have to resist. But it is hard. aprecious says it is much the same for her with cake. And Twix. And occasionally Merlot. I wish there was like a clinic where I could go and get it out of my system once and for all. Or a 12 step programme.

I also like to chase cars and people and frisbees and balls and a lot of other things too.

My name is Maud. I am a chaser.

It is a day of mizzle today - a state of precipitation that has shaped Rossendale. High on the hills there are stone slab where they used to lay the wool for drying ready for shaping. The world over Rossendale was famed for its production of felt. I'm boring myself now. Off for a piece of shortbread. I have joined a few photos together for this and I am quite chuffed with the effect. Thank you Lady Marchmont for the inspiration.