While in his bag he wasn’t that fussed about sniffing much around him – even if I hung him close to something Walking was for sniffing, being carried was to be savoured and watching only.
When we’d get off a train and leave the station with him in his bag, if we’d already been out a while, I always imagined a bit of a slump in his shoulders when he realised we STILL weren’t home. he always had a bit more perk to him when we got out at Ruislip Manor station though. until a couple of months ago, he’d ask to be let out so he could walk down Victoria Road and home.
Towards the end he’d only ask at the junction of Hatherleigh and Ashburton Roads. Even at his most exhausted, he always wanted to walk the last 3-4 houses, check HIS wall and lamppost, and go through the front door on his own.