Hands

....in movement, behind a plastic bottle.
I had a wobbly few minutes yesterday.
It took a few remarks regarding L to start a train of thought regarding his future (and past) and before I knew it, I was beginning to crack again. I managed to stop the thoughts, just in time. 
On a lighter note, Baldrick is also trying to find himself a meaningful place in life. He used to be a dog's dog, always looking to Grace for what to do next. Now, he hangs around us, with an expression of hope alternating with perplexity.
We are surrounded by neighbour's dogs. 
Grace knew that the young  GS next door was just young and silly, while the hunting dog on the other side of the wall, was just thick as a plank, hopeless, stupid, so she ignored them both completely and any noise they might make.
Currently, Baldrick is tempted to join the chorus every time thicky starts barking at the garden gate, which, when thicky is bored, could be any time, as people walk past from dawn to dusk, during the summer months.
Consequently, an effort is underway to teach new tricks to old dogs. Not easy for either of us as we both have issues with "letting go" of deep, sentimental ties.