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"I want a dog!”
“We
said we’d get one when the time is right.”
“I
want one now.”
“No.”
“Yes. Not now this minute but maybe at the end of
the year.”
“No.”
When Daisy, our Airedale, died over
a decade ago I swore that I would never give my heart to another dog, the grief
was just unbearable. Perhaps it was
looking after Buddy in Oz that has convinced me that I’m ready to give some
motley hound a home. Or am I?
Am I ready for the muddy paw prints, dog dander, dog breath, walks in all
weathers and scooping poop? The enormous
vet bills and worrying about ticks and fleas?
For my fragrant home to smell constantly like an old man’s slipper? The embarrassment when they attack the
milkman/postman/lollipop man or piss over a small child. Hmm, that doesn’t
sound so good.
Am I prepared to give my time and attention to a moulting, slobbering bundle
of fur? To share my life with a needy, homeless
animal? (It has to be a rescue dog.) Am I ready for a dog’s unquestioning love and loyalty? Watching their joy and exuberance on long
walks in the countryside. Their funny antics and their warm cuddles. Hell, yes.
Yesterday evening I gave it another shot.
“There
are some lovely dogs waiting for re-homing at the Bath Cats & Dogs Home.”
“I’ve
been looking at the Battersea website.
What type of dog were you thinking about?”
Watch this space!
