On my journey home last evening, with the dog I haven’t got sitting beside me and a full moon ahead, I felt calmer than I have done for some days. I wasn’t sure if it was the wee dog that brought this contentment or the wee dog that brought the added stress that has hung around our home for waifs and strays the past few weeks. Whatever the reason, I decided to soak up the feeling and slowed right down. All the while, I felt the eyes of the dog bore into me as I hummed an old welsh folk song, one that my father used to sing to me as a child.
I never intended to have a dog with rescued hens scurrying about the place, but she turned up at our home on Christmas day looking for urgent shelter. A refuge! Although there was no room at the inn, we took her and all her issues. We had no choice! And I have struggled to find her a place of her own, one without cats, dogs and hens!
During our fostering time, I have decided to help the wee girl with all her anxieties and insecurities, in the hope that she stands a better chance of finding the right home. In order to gain trust, I take her on a lead to feed the hens and all the while the rescued cats watch from a safe distance, curious and alert. The chickens squawk and scurry away as I speak softly and pray for harmony. So far it seems to be working! However, she does growl at some dogs that bounce up to her when out walking on the lead. This will be a tricky one for me to deal with as I'm not sure why she does this. I shall have to watch the dog whisperer for tips and probably seek a class for disturbed dogs!
The old car trudged over the moorlands, ever closer to home. I stopped for a moment to watch the reflection of the moon on the sea in the distance. The wee dog sat up straight and looked at me. I stroked her silky back and in return, she nudged me with her cold wet nose. There were obvious signs of aging in her face and a sadness in her eyes similar to humans. I wondered what she saw in me. Sadness? Confusion? Frustration? Did she know that I was once like her. Homeless! I closed my eyes and thought of all the animals that had passed through our home for waifs and strays, injured or homeless birds, goats, lambs, cats, hedghogs, polecats, ferrets and the battery hens, but this wee dog was going to be my biggest challenge. I am certain of this! A chill passed through the old car and I started up the engine. The wee dog curled up silently on seat beside me and I smiled.
'Lolo! I'll call you Lolo!'
So an emotional attachment had been created, right there on the moors and training Lolo had began.
‘Will you keep her?’ people ask and a pang of anxiety strikes again. However, as I write my blog this evening, she sleeps on my lap, safe and content. I never asked for her, she never asked for me but somehow we were put together. Will it stay that way?
‘Perhaps,’ I reply. At least, I have stopped worrying about whether or not the house will be trashed whilst I'm asleep. She has certaingly has passed that test. No trashed house!