Isis and I sit companionably side by side on the futon. Lunch time. Wholemeal pitta bread and cream cheese with garlic. Delightful.
My empty plate is now on the trolley next to me. And the plate really is empty. Not a crumb, not a fragment of cheese, not a smear of garlic.
But Isis would still like to lick it. Several times I gently repel her advances. When I drop my guard she stretches very, very unobtrusively towards the trolley. Out pops a long, pink tongue.
She has a remarkably vigorous lick.
I have forgotten that there is also a very large full mug of coffee on the trolley. This mug is now upside down on the floor. As are the heavy ceramic tile on which it stood, a pile of miscellaneous paperwork and, of course, the plate. They are all surrounded by an impressive lake of coffee. This has flowed from the trolley, slopped under the television table and is seeping beneath the edge of the rug. The odd receipt floats on the surface. There are sploshes of coffee up the wall.
I leap from the futon to begin the clear-up.
Isis, surprised and, it appears, hugely impressed with the chaos she has unleashed, stands quite still gazing down towards the lake.
Schloop, schloop, schloop. Soon the knees of my just washed jeans and the cuffs of my jumper are soggy with coffee. It’s amazing the area of floor space one mug of coffee can cover.
Preferring not to get her little feet wet, dear Isis climbs down carefully onto the dry part of the rug and sniffs the edge of the lake.
Sniff, sniff, sniff. Yes, thought so, this has milk in it. Lap, lap, lap.
It’s not so easy for me. My kettle has just given up the ghost and I must heat more water in the saucepan.
Isis came from the Aeza cat and dog rescue and adoption centre in Aljezur, Portugal. For information about adopting an animal from the centre, contact firstname.lastname@example.org or www.dogwatchuk.com
You do have fun and games. Jan x
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Yes we do. Never a dull moment.
You know, I think a lot of this has to do with the blindness. My oldest dog, Boo is now blind, and she’s always knocking over my wine, coffee, etc, because she wants to sniff it; if she could SEE it, she would be careful to approach it carefully and sniff delicately, but because she can’t see exactly where it is or what it is, she just pokes her nose right into it! It’s frustrating, but I try to be patient. Today I took away a large bone she was chewing, and put it up on the counter for later; not being able to see what I did with it, she sniffed around and searched frantically for it, even while I was trying to “show” her by tapping it on the counter that I had just put it away for a bit. Then I had to drop her off to be groomed, and I thought about how scary it must be to be blind and just be left somewhere strange where you can’t see where you are, not knowing how long you’ll be there 😦 It really all made me sad and much more empathetic…
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Yes, I think that Isis wouldn’t have drawn attention to her plate quest if she could have avoided it. She does most ‘naughty’ things very surreptitiously!
I’m lucky: Isis is so feisty I don’t feel sorry for her. I don’t think I would cope well with having to leave her somewhere though.