Monday, 16 August 2010
Who'd keep a dog?
Have you heard the expression "hang-dog"? Well, don't you think this photograph epitomises the expression?
It was a lovely, warm, sunny morning. There was just a hint of Autumn in the air, but the sun was warm and there was a light breeze. Just the perfect sort of Monday for doing several loads of washing and pegging them out on the washing line to flutter in the breeze, I thought.
The first load completed the cycle as I was stacking the dishwasher. My cleaner was due to arrive in ten minutes, so that just left me time to tidy things away so that she had a clean sweep through the house (no - I am not one of those people who cleans up before her cleaner comes!)
Carrying a full wash-basket I went out into the garden to peg it all on the line - calling Tess to follow me, so that she could have a sniff around for a few minutes.
I pegged out the washing, raised the clothes prop on the line, turned round to call Tess in, and...........she had gone.
I called and called, walked up and down the hedge, walked across the paddock to the far side - of Tess there was no sign.
Fuming, cursing under my breath, I donned walking boots, got the dog lead and trawled the fields looking for her and calling her all the time. The heifers thought it was great fun - I think they thought I was calling them - and gambolled up to prance around me. After a quarter of an hour's calling I was pretty hoarse and there was no sign - the call of rabbits beats my call any day!
I considered ringing the farmer, who was away rowing up grass to be collected by the silage men - no better not call, after all it isn't an emergency. I trudged back home.
As I approached the back door a little dark, wet bundle of fur crept out of the hedge bottom, crawled to the back door, lay on its back with all four legs in the air and looked suitably sorry.
Well, dear readers, what do I do? Do I chastise her for running away after rabbits or do I praise her for coming back home? I did neither - I opened the back door and she shot in, straight into her bed, refusing to look in my direction.
That's why I ask the question, "Who'd keep a dog?" I ask myself, why do I have a dog.
Here are my reasons:-
1. She is great company.
2. She gives me unconditional love.
3. She makes me go out for walks because she fixes me with a hard stare after lunch.
4. She welcomes guests to the house with unfailing courtesy.
5. I have had dogs for years and I would miss the companionship.
Why do I wish I didn't have a dog?
1. When/if she runs away after rabbits I have to trail around looking for her.
There's your answer. 5 to 1 - its no contest, is it?