I stopped writing about dogs.
It’s not because I have stopped loving them. I do.
I always will.
But I also have come to the conclusion that my level of expertise just isn’t doing them justice.
There is much we don’t know and cannot know.
To the extent that I have been wrong, I have failed.
I never got into team sports because it was always a constant chest-thumping one-upmanship that I found repulsive.
Spending time alone in the woods with dogs was the opposite of that sort of existence.
Little did I know that that world of dogs was gripped by the same sort competition. I just happened to be around dogs in a part of the world where no one cared about these things.
And the truth is I have been outdone by those with more resources. I’ve been outdone by those who were able to be tougher and nastier.
I’m not a nasty person.
All I’ve ever sought was more time to be alone in the woods with dogs, and if whatever I wrote here helped me to that end, then I’d write about it
It would help me recreate what I had once known and what I had yearned for.
I may write about dogs here again.
But it is going to be a while.
I think I’m fresh out of expertise.
But it may be confidence in myself.
It doesn’t really matter.
It all ends up in a kind of writer’s block anyway.