Posting days: Sunday and Wednesday and, sometimes, maybe, extra ‘news flashes’!
Wednesday April 13th 2016
Well! You wouldn’t guess what happened to me on Monday. I hope my saviours at the Aeza shelter in Portugal are reading this so they are aware of what can befall a hairy immigrant.
It’s time for our evening walk. I can sense that there are rain flies bouncing around outside. I quiver with anticipation. It’ll be wonderful. I can’t wait to get out and catch them. I think Human is quite excited too as I can feel her sighing deeply into my whiskers as she fiddles with my harness and lead in the porch. Then into the car. Mmmmm! I’m damp already. This is going to be good.
We arrive in the car park and she opens my door and detaches me from my safety harness. Some rain flies splosh in. Hooray! Any minute now!
Then she slams the door shut again.
I wait. And I wait. And I wait.
A very long time passes. It’s not very comfortable on my blanket either. I wriggle and change my position. I’m sitting right next to the door and a bunch of hard, funny shaped metal things are sticking into my bottom.
I sit there in the car. I can smell all the lovely rain flies pouring down the windows. But I’m alone. It’s all very worrying and I don’t like it.
After a very, very, long time, the door opens. It’s human and she’s dripping water onto me. She’s obviously been outside enjoying herself all this time while I’ve been shut in here.
She smells of the next door neighbour’s house and car as she reaches underneath me and takes away the hard, funny shaped, metal things. She’s still excited though: I can feel her sighing into my whiskers again.
Then, at long last, we step out into the park and begin to walk – well, she walks. I dance on my back legs, bobbing up and down, snapping my teeth and catching the rain flies. I do this all the way round the park.
I can’t smell any other dogs or humans. It’s a brilliant walk. I’m so happy. I leap up into the air and splash down into deep, cold puddles. I plant my paws in squelchy mud. I grab with my teeth at the shrubs and hedges as we pass them.
Human has no sense of fun. She trudges along behind me. When she makes me dance close to her, the rain runs off her and sploshes onto me. Everything, but everything, is soaking wet. It’s amazing. I couldn’t be happier.
When we get back to the house, she takes off my rain coat and all of her clothes too.We both eat and then she falls asleep on the futon. We don’t wake up and go to bed until about four in the morning.
Obviously, the excitement was too much for her.
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.co.uk