Thoughts of a Dog Walker. Poems by Mark Cooper

I've walked our dogs twice a day forthe last six years. Two, forty-five minute walks. If you're not good at mental arithmetic, that's 3286 hours. And thirty minutes. Did I use the time to learn Spanish, master the harmonica, study the abundant wildlife, think of ideas to save the world or write a whole load of half-arsed poems? You, my dear reader are holding the answer.

Printed in England and handset on an Olivetti Lettera 32