Okay, here’s another one. I think I am suffering from withdrawal symptoms of getting to talk about Me, Me, Me.
This what Blogging is. So don’t kid yourselves.
However, The Dog. The Blind, Demented and Incontinent Pug staggers on. Actually, it is me who is staggering. I mop up rivers of pee every day. But what can I do? She has forgotten where the garden is. And I simply can’t have her put down for something quite so unimportant. And I do have a tiled floor. I might feel differently if I had a carpet, but I don’t.
I knew you see, when my lovely Rom died that there would be some ghastly dog that needed rescuing. I just didn’t realise how awful this could be. But I deserve nothing better. Fifty years of wonderful dogs, and never a bad one, so this is par for the course. It’s Pay Back Time. Karma at it’s best. Karma isn’t always bad. Sometimes you get the chance to earn a few Brownie Points.
I have never trained a dog in all my life. They just behaved. But then I treated them and my children like recalcitrant puppies. Please don’t do that.
I suspect that the children weren’t all that keen ultimately, but it worked when it mattered. And I don’t care anyway.
They are all good kids.
I watch her most of the time these days, just in case. But she isn’t looking like dying any time soon. She no longer flinches when I stroke her, but I don’t want to go into that. There is nothing even remotely unpleasant about this dog, so I cannot imagine why anyone would have wanted to hurt her.
I don’t know what I will do when the day comes. But I will never rescue another dog. Just too much that I don’t know.