Posting days: Sunday and Wednesday and, sometimes, maybe, extra ‘news flashes’!
Wednesday May 3rd 2017
Some lucky dogs are taken to the seaside. Isis, unfortunately, is no longer one of them. Since she behaved so disgracefully when visiting Polymath in Wales, she is no longer welcome.
This may seem harsh, but she did, if you recall, empty a full cat tray by running up and down the hall and shaking its contents onto the carpet; tear up substantial areas of the kitchen floor; and grab the stair lift seat between her teeth and shake it until it surrendered and had to be resuscitated by the engineer. The latter escapade cost over two hundred pounds.
So perhaps it’s not surprising that she is no longer on the guest list.
Some dogs, though, are not like Isis. Not in the least.
One of these admirable animals is Wilda.
Wilda is so sweet and well behaved that anyone would be delighted to take her on holiday with them.
In fact, she is so angelic that J. and L. even arranged a holiday especially for her.
Mum went –
dad too, of course.
Naturally, grandma and granddad were invited,
as this was a very, very, special holiday.
For, unbeknown to Wilda, this would be the last time that she would be the primary apple of everyone’s eye. The last time that there would be just a threesome at home. Or a fivesome on holiday.
If you look carefully at the first photo you will understand why. Yes, Wilda is sitting comfortably on a very large bump.
“Poor little dog”, worried grandma, looking at Wilda’s beautiful, fluttering eyelashes, “she will feel pushed out, abandoned. However much we try to compensate, she’s bound to be very depressed.”
So they all got together and decided that Wilda should have a special holiday before The Event. No matter that the new arrival had no nursery and might have to sleep in a drawer, Wilda would have one, last, totally dog-centred holiday.
Now, Wilda is a happy little dog, who enjoys going anywhere with her people. But best of all she loves the seaside.
The decision was unanimous. Wilda’s special holiday would be a week in Cumbria, by the sea.
As one can see, she had a wonderful week.
Only one thing disappointed and mystified her. Every time J. got up for a nocturnal pee, she made no attempt to open the front door and take Wilda out onto the beach. How could anyone not want to rush out onto the beach at two in the morning? Or three? Or five?
Nevertheless, it was a delightful holiday.
Although, personally, I think that the dining arrangements were a bit over the top!
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 email@example.com or www.dogwatchuk.co.uk