Posting days: Sunday and Wednesday and, sometimes, maybe, extra bits in between.

 

Sunday August 26th 2018

 

It’s Friday.

At 11.50 I open the back door and Isis flies out. Her dash turns into a crazy ‘released dog’ dance, not just a twirl or a leap, more like a highland fling.

Then she finds Snake, and, after mouthing a ‘Hello’ greeting or two, picks him up and trots round the garden.

 

 

 

12.05 She’s standing under the hazel tree, tail drawing cheerful circles in the air.

As I walk towards her, she jumps out and, head held high, completes what looks like a victory circuit before having an energetic trot round the garden.

12.20 She’s still trotting round the garden with snake. Sigh. This isn’t a very stimulating activity.

 

 

 

1.40 O.K. What’s Hairy doing now? Hmmm. Still under the hazel with Snake. She sashays out as I approach and comes up to greet me, tail wagging happy greetings. Then she retreats beneath her tree, shuffling well into the shadows as far as she can go.

 

 

 

I think she’s saying, “It was good to smell you, but I definitely don’t wish to come in yet, thank you.”

3.00 She’s  emerging again from the foliage around the tree. She still has her snake in her mouth. Her day seems very boring to a mere human.

 

 

 

I select a squishy ball and a rope tugger from her toy basket and take them down the garden

3.15  I wonder if she’d like a piece of cheese.

I cut her a small square and take it to her. Like most dogs she loves cheese.

I hold it out to her and she sniffs it.

I know she’d love to shoot out a pink tongue and lasso it, but there’s no way she’s going to let go of her snake.

4.45 The cheese has disappeared and she’s now holding the ball. Big deal.

 

 

 

6.45 I prepare her dinner and go to fetch her in. She’s still under her hazel tree.

Yawn.

At least she standing up this time – and she’s now holding the tugger.

 

 

 

I tap her under the chin and walk her in.

Another long day in the back garden.

She seems perfectly contented, but I feel sorry for her. She’s getting nowhere near the exercise or stimulation she needs.

I must take her out, for a road walk at least, so that she can enjoy some fresh scents.

 

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 kerry@aeza.org or  www.dogwatchuk.co.uk

 

 

 

 

 

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