They take up most of my time, they steal my seat, and if I'm not careful my food, but from the beginning of Blanik, my dogs also stole my heart, and they mostly continue to relieve my stress and replace it with love and laughter. Some days are hard, some days are stressful, some dogs are hard, but despite words spoken in anger at times, they are worth it; and now as shorter days and wilder weather approaches I know with our numbers it will get harder, but these are the choices I've made, and I wouldn't change it for the world. The plan is to reduce numbers, says she, who wants another Siska daughter, maybe an Orin son and wants her veterans to live forever! It's said that the only time a dog truly break your heart is when they leave us, well trust me, as someone with vast experience of it, it is true.
A friend of many years lost her husband a month or two ago. She has multiple dogs, maybe 5 or 6 ... and now she realises she can't afford to stay in her home. I honestly don't know her age, but I think she is a fair few years younger than me. She now has a fight on her hands to find herself a house, for her and her dogs of course, knowing her as I do there is no future for her without her dogs. I've had a pretty shit year, but I don't have to look very far to find lovely people who have had it much, much worse. I do worry about the future, what if in March this year things had gone devastatingly wrong? What would I be doing now? I know I have a "paid for" roof over my head ... but the thought of living life here without my better half, well I fear it.
I had a message from the owner of one of the stud dogs that I've enquired about. They wanted to let me know that they were away for a week in mid-September. Though I really appreciated it, I kind of felt uncomfortable as I haven't made a commitment to anyone, I made it clear that I was only asking around and even told one of them who else I was interested in. I am leaning towards one dog, but until Siska is in season, I have every right to reconsider and change my mind. Of course as soon as she comes in season then I have to commit.
This evening, Beti's blue ball game has been getting on my nerves. I've had to put blankets to block it from going under the chair and under the units. She plays football with it, as well as pushes it around with her nose, but nothing delights her more than when she scores a goal and it goes under somewhere. She then scratches and digs until she either gets it or some idiot (me!) goes to get it for her. So it was a case of either confiscate the bloody thing or block to goals! Tonight I chose the latter. I love my Beti.
As you can see Mr Pig arrived in Fron. I'm glad, his smile makes me smile. A friend kindly offered to pay half the fee as an early Xmas pressie. Steve has fixed him up and painted him ... he looks great and of course I'm already thinking of getting him some other piggy friends. 🐖
Right paracetamols and bed it is ... Nos Da.
