By Brenda, Joe, Roma and Valerie
In the mountains somewhere, I don’t think I would like to be there, it doesn’t give out much interest, it’s lacking in interest. This fellow is going to take a dog for a walk but he is not alive. His name is Paul and the dogs name is Fido. He’s tired during the daytime and tied up at night. I’d like the dog to go for a walk and have the master with a ball, make him run, encourage him to run, he has no life.
There seems to be a skeleton. He’s going for a walk taking the dog with him. Why take him there when there’s a skeleton of other animals. There are plenty of places he could have taken him, to a nice green place with other animals so he could play with them, let him enjoy himself, running around, he should have a ball, the master, but he hasn’t thought of anything like that.
I’m sad. It could be a car accident, a pretty nasty accident, cars are sharp, wouldn’t be nice to see it or watch it. I wouldn’t want to be near it.
Even the mountains look dull, no life in the place at all. If he looks at the skeleton he’ll know there hasn’t been much life, he likes something moving. I’ve always had one or two dogs at home, they’d look around and see what they could find. You would want to do it, whether you could or not. I suppose I wouldn’t want to come home , maybe panicking I wasn’t with anyone, 2 or 3 brothers looked for me , my dog looked for me. They found me. It’s still quite good.
This story was created by the residents of Carinya Dementia Unit at St Joseph’s Hospital Australia 9/8/2012)