20. Feb, 2016

Training Lolo

It’s been 58 days since I made the decision to foster little Lolo. I originally called her Cadi, but it didn’t suit her! What a Christmas day that turned out to be. But despite falling in love with her, I am struggling to commit to adoption. 

     ‘It would be better all round if you made the decision to keep her,’ say many of my friends. Even my kind and unassuming husband has an emotional attachment to the wee creature.    

     And so, the dog I haven’t got, still sits beside me as I write. She is real, more real than ever, but I struggle with the thought of becoming a fulltime dog owner. The extra work and responsibility is often quite daunting....I’m ashamed to say!

     So for now, life goes on at our home for waifs and strays. Little Missy Pipet no longer lives in a box in our dining room. I’m pleased to announce she made a full recovery and is back with the rest of the hens, down by the pond. Talking of pond, the frogs are back and their ribbiting voices call through these chilly nights as they lay mounds of jelly-like spawn beds.

     And poor old Rosie! Rosie came to us one wet night twelve years ago, a wild yet broken cat. She spent the following two years just peering through our kitchen window, watching us with the saddest of eyes. We left the door open for her, fed her, talked softly and treaded carefully whenever she was around but she would never cross the threshold. Then we went away for two weeks, after inserting a cat flap in the kitchen door. During that time, Rosie entered our home for the first time and never left and so the home for waifs and strays had opened! On a recent trip to the vet, we discovered Rosie was suffering from hypothyroidism and is now on medication. She also needs an operation in two weeks, but for an old cat of at least sixteen years, Rosie is doing well.

     Well back to Lolo. Training Lolo, who is almost nine, has been easier than I thought despite that old fashioned saying ‘you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.’ Well you can!

     Lolo, who has never lived with cats or hens, has coped really well. She comes with me (without a lead) to see to the hens first thing in the morning and last thing at night and although the cats are a bit edgy, it is much better than I thought. But Lola struggles with other dogs and little children, so I am afraid to let her off the lead when out walking off the beach. But every day, I see an improvement in her.

     And so we continue to make progress, but quite often I feel l take two steps forward and one step back. It is like that with the kind of animals we care for. But for all the backward steps, that one step forward is worth the world to me, my kind and unassuming husband and the animals that live at our home for waifs and strays.