“Fuck that”

She spat. As if the words tasted bad in in her mouth.

“ you let him out you should go find him.”

She reasoned.

“ why can’t you just help me look for Frankie? You don’t even have to think of it as searching for our lost dog just go for a walk with me Anna.”

And crossed her arms, leaned back on one hip and raised one eyebrow before saying.

“ why would I wanna go outside right now? It looks terrible out there.”

For how strong Anna’s personality is, she can be pretty soft about some things.

“ it’s not even really raining out there it’s just foggy.”

I reported to her.

“ Amber. I’m having a nice little morning. I am in my PJs and my coffee is ready. I am on vacation and I don’t want to walk in the mud and search through the brush for YOUR dog.”

“ Frankie is our dog Anna!”

Frankie was a gift from our parents, but he definitely became my dog more than Anna‘s dog. But only because I had spent more time with him Anna it’s just busier than me with work in school and all her friends she wasn’t around as much as I was during Frankie‘s puppy years . I just didn’t get out as much as her so Frankie and I spent a lot of time together. I was mostly the one feeding him and taking him for walks.

Deep down, though on an unspoken level, I know that animals consent people‘s characters or aura’s something like that. And not that Anna has bad energy around her. It’s just that maybe Frankie could sense more chaotic spirits around her or maybe her rough edges. Frankie is a bit of a shy animal, very sensitive and gentle so that’s maybe why he would gravitate more towards me.

Anna just stared me down and protest to debate any further. Finally, she says matter-of-factly.

“ well if it’s just fog, make sure to take your raincoat. It could rain at anytime.”

Matching her tone I say

“ enjoy your coffee if I’m not back by dark tell someone.”

In a rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen to be with her coffee.

It did seem pretty damp out there. It definitely did rain earlier, but now the visible threat of rain is hanging heavy and low in the thick fog.

I put on my black River rain boots because who knows what mess Frankie is going to have me go through. Also suiting up with my yellow raincoat and red wool toque. I look like a sticker or some brand mascot for something salty or nautical, which isn’t too out of place on the English coast.

I grabbed some of Frankie‘s favorite treats, bacon, flavored dog cookies still in the package, of course. The opening of the cookie bag is the most powerful sound to summon my dog, stubborn body and spirit.

Normally, this isn’t an issue at home Frankie always goes out without a leash in an unfeed yard, but we are visiting aunt tabby, and and her area is new and unknown to Frankie, so I could have guessed he would take it upon himself to make the unknown known to him and his curious nose.

I open the front door to be faced with a wall of mist. If I didn’t know any better, it could have been a wall of snow. This fog was particularly white and thick not so much. It’s typical gray and dreary pallet.

Most of the land here is flat farmland, some very small rolling hills in the distance, but for the most part, it was not complicated terrain there was a small patch of wooded area, but nothing anyone or any dog could get lost in .