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PJ and I, walking in the snow in December 2010.

PJ the dog. She was a really nice dog. She usually said hello to humans, often with a minimal tap of her nose, which always struck me as meaning she was wise, but people read things into such situations.

She took sniffing about very seriously, she was fascinated by it. On walks, secretly, I was really led by her, though the usual image is the human being the boss.

When the grass was tall in late summer, she used to wander about, almost randomly, through it, and to me it seemed like she was getting high as a kite, she had a happy face on her and seemed like she knew what she was doing.

PJ had a habit of running, when she was going downhill, which I can understand, why wouldn’t you, it makes sense. I have happy memories of running down hills with her. That was fun. If you haven’t run alongside a dog, it is a thing to do.