I mentioned this particular hobby of Wolfie last year. We went to a walk this weekend and Wolfie took the opportunity to renew his old activity/game: collecting sticks on the way. Now he has special criteria for them: they must be no longer than his arm's lenght. I have no idea why, but he's adamant about this. And what does he do with the sticks? Nothing.Sometimes he does not even bring them home. But for a while in our walks, he carries one stick or two, sometimes a bunch of them, for whatever reason. Somehow, it gives a sort of purpose to our walks.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wolfie is just being prepared. You never know when you might need a good stick.
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