Pet Hates

There is a drawback to the dark nights being all encompassing at 5pm. It's having to walk the dogs after work round a pitch black forest on my own. Me, with my wee head torch on, hearing the sounds of twigs snapping and things moving all around, nervously laughing and talking out loud to the doggos wherever they might be in the trees and bracken, occasionally sighted by their glowing eyes (least I think it was the doggos...) in the hope of warding off the Blair Witch/evil dude I invariably conjure up in the overimaginarium that is my brain. I confess I cut the walk short tonight, way too scary, even my high octane and increasingly higher octave nervous out-loud chatter couldnae reassure me.