Lilly snuffles around the leaf mulch, flicking the decaying vegetation into the air, and then scrabbling amongst the soil, digging a little hole. Distracted by a sound, maybe a bird flitting through the low branches of the trees, she turns away and sits on the path to wait patiently for the sluggardly people that make up her pack. As they get nearer she jumps up and bounds towards them, they shower her with praise and pat and stroke her, giving her little bits of biscuit. Then she is off, racing up the path only to stop suddenly as some new scent attracts her.
"Look at her racing about, she is a very happy puppy." I nod my agreement to Mrs BW, my thoughts temporarily distracted away from the turmoil of yesterday. "Yes she's very happy. It will be good when we can let her off the lead though."
As if on queue the lead tugs her to a halt and I am pulled forward slightly. Lilly sits down again on the path to wait. Mrs BW calls her and she comes, ears flapping, legs scrabbling to get a purchase on the soil. She arrives a bundle of tail wagging tongue lolling joy,to lick the hands that stroke her and to be smoothed and reassured as to what a good puppy she is.
I smile. Yesterday can wait.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Update
After a few weeks struggling with bloggers block and having too much to do at work, I thought I better post a bit of an update.
All is well in the Goyt. The curlews have settled in and are nesting, though there appear to be less this year. The short eared owls have been displaying and hunting, and the ducks are back on the pond, so soon there should be duckings.
Lilly is growing. Having chewed and eaten the kitchen and half my wardrobe she is now casting longing and hungry eyes on our collection of books. She is teething at the moment and finds temporary relief sucking and biting on ice cubes. I felt a bit sorry for her this evening though. I gave a nice big chunk of ice which she carried out to the garden and carefully buried. Of course a few minutes later when she went to dig it up it was gone. This confused her for a bit, but undaunted she dug several test pits just top make sure that she had got the right place. I wonder if Mrs BW will notice?
We miss Moonshine. It seems strange not to hear him on his wheel. The Munch is thinking of getting another hamster but I am not sure its a good idea.
The Weasel is hard at work not revising for her GCSE's. "I'll start tomorrow" is her constant refrain. Best not to say anything and hope that she is secretly revising in between episodes of Holyoaks or whatever she watches.
I still have not been for my medical. I know it makes sense but.............
More later.
All is well in the Goyt. The curlews have settled in and are nesting, though there appear to be less this year. The short eared owls have been displaying and hunting, and the ducks are back on the pond, so soon there should be duckings.
Lilly is growing. Having chewed and eaten the kitchen and half my wardrobe she is now casting longing and hungry eyes on our collection of books. She is teething at the moment and finds temporary relief sucking and biting on ice cubes. I felt a bit sorry for her this evening though. I gave a nice big chunk of ice which she carried out to the garden and carefully buried. Of course a few minutes later when she went to dig it up it was gone. This confused her for a bit, but undaunted she dug several test pits just top make sure that she had got the right place. I wonder if Mrs BW will notice?
We miss Moonshine. It seems strange not to hear him on his wheel. The Munch is thinking of getting another hamster but I am not sure its a good idea.
The Weasel is hard at work not revising for her GCSE's. "I'll start tomorrow" is her constant refrain. Best not to say anything and hope that she is secretly revising in between episodes of Holyoaks or whatever she watches.
I still have not been for my medical. I know it makes sense but.............
More later.
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