some dogs smell nicer than others!

 

 

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

 

Sunday August 2nd 2020  

 

Within two days I meet two beautiful puppies.

It’s Tuesday. Although there is bright sunshine, the light is perfectly stable so Isis is prancing around the edge of the second meadow, completely absorbed in her play.

I am sitting on the once comfortable log nearby. It used to be one of the most ergonomic logs in the park until persons unknown turn it over one night. I try to turn it back to its original position, but it’s too heavy. I can’t even rock it.

Sigh.

Often Isis plays in this vicinity for an hour or more, and it’s damned uncomfortable standing for this long, so I settle down on the least buttock numbing bit of trunk I can find, and begin to make blog notes on my phone.

Suddenly, I become aware of a small, bouncy presence approaching me. Before it arrives, though, it is stopped in its wobbly tracks by a firm command of, “No! Come, Luna!”

Its little forehead wrinkles, but it obeys.

Three times more it attempts to leave its human’s side, and three times it returns when called.

The fourth time it lifts a paw in my direction, it’s told, “O.K. You can go say hello!”

Pup rushes up to the log to greet me. This, its two humans tell me, is Luna. She’s four months old, and has only just begun visiting Highbury.

She is beautiful and has that lovely new pup smell.

 

 

 

I’m being so good. It’s very, very hard keeping still when you’re a puppy.

 

 

 

I compliment Luna and her humans on her excellent recall. They tell me that although they very much wanted a boxer, they gave it a lot of thought. They know how boisterous boxers are and they’re determined that she will be a well-mannered dog.

They’re obviously succeeding. She’s delightful. I could easily have succumbed to being a puppy thief!

The following morning, another lady I’ve not seen before is on her way back to the car with another very young puppy. This puppy is Skye, a shy little cocker/lab. She, too, is four months old. She’s come to Highbury for a fifteen minute walk. Her brother is at home, waiting for his turn.

 

 

 

 

A puppy can never be sure something nasty’s not going to happen.

 

 

 

The pups’ human explains that she brings them out together for some of their walks, but wants them to feel confident on their own too, and not become over dependent on each other. She also wishes to avoid them developing over boisterous ‘pack’ behaviour when meeting other dogs.

It’s good to meet such responsible people who clearly understood the needs of their dogs.

(Every time I read the last sentence, it sounds horribly patronising. It’s not intended to be. It’s just that it’s uplifting to see new puppies and know that their people are intent on giving them good lives.)

And, of course, wriggly, sweet smelling very young puppies do tend to be irresistible.

Talking of sweet smelling creatures … doesn’t  remind me of Isis. It’s a few days after my puppy encounters, and my dog is definitely not irresistible.

To be fair, she usually smells very pleasant. But on this particular day, smelling pleasant is  not on her agenda. She is hell bent on sneaking past me in order to wallow in the den she has made among the rosebay willow herbs.

It’s quite a des. res., I must admit, having a long, tall-grass drive leading up to a shady plant porch which opens into a pleasant lounge area. Unfortunately, I discover when I wade into the plants to retrieve her, she has recently added a bathroom.

A large, deep, boggy puddle takes up most of the space in her extension and, most convenient of all, at the rear of the bath is a door leading off into thick, almost impenetrable, foliage.

Into this almost impenetrable foliage, a dog is able to hasten when pursued by a human who believes it’s time to go home for breakfast.

One has to be pretty nippy to grab her before she hurries through the bathroom’s rear exit. The boggy jungle is certainly impossible for a human to navigate without tripping and falling flat on her face.

I should know.

The only alternative is to wait for the recalcitrant one to return. Which, fortunately, she usually does if I walk away.

Today, when she appears she looks and smells revolting.

There’s nothing for it. We must go to the ‘clean pond’, as L, Y and I have always called it. It looks mud-black and murky because, over the years, layers of fallen leaves have sunk to the bottom. But the water above them, run-off water from the meadow above the pool, is clean and transparent, providing an excellent facility for swilling down dogs before they get into the car.  

Isis is remarkably cool about being shoved into the pool. She even tolerates Human  sploshing cupped handfuls of water under and over her.

 

 

 

Surely I must be clean enough by now.

 

 

 

Today, she looks almost spotless when she emerges. She still has a boggy niff, though.

Until, as luck will have it, the heavens open as we cross the little waterfall on our way back to the car park. Isis, of course, is delighted and begins to race to and fro across the grass, executing joyful little leaps and twirls as she goes.

Although we’ve already been in the park for over two hours, she is so happy that I haven’t the heart to take her home.

As the rain becomes heavier and heavier, she runs faster and faster, her joy turning into wild ecstasy.

Sensible people rapidly leave the park, so I don’t need to worry about Hairy colliding with innocent humans or dogs. For almost an hour I stand under a tree and share her joy.

By the time the sky has run out of rain, my dog is not averse to being led to the car.

She is as soggy as a bath mat and she smells deliciously of fresh grass.

 

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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4 Responses to some dogs smell nicer than others!

  1. Ian Simkin says:

    A very convenient rain shower indeed 🙂 I don’t recall any other dog I know of being so happy about rain, do you think it’s something peculiar to deaf/blind dogs, or is just the fact that Isis is weird?…. 😉 p.s. “It’s good to meet such responsible people who clearly understood the needs of their dogs.” is not a condescending sentence – it is an honest one, which most of us agree with but rarely say…. And yes, kudos to the lady who’s training her 2 pups to be independent – not many of us would have considered the risk of them developing a pack mentality. Smart woman.

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    • Aw, thanks Ian. I appreciate your comment. Statements always seem more pompous when written than when said.
      My Isis weird? Whatever can you mean? Snigger. I guess it’s both. I’ve not seen another dog behave as she does, nor has anyone else who’s come across her. I find it just uplifting to watch her revelling in the rain.
      Sorry I’ve taken so long to respond. The last few weeks have been difficult.

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  2. Goodness, between the lovely puppies, and the fun Isis got to have, especially in the rain, I’m just beaming.

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