Ahhhhh the love of a dog, in my case one who does not have an owner but rather a slave to his every whim and desire.
The story starts with a girl(me) who received a Rottweiler, my favorite dog, as a Valentines gift from my first boyfriend and love - well we broke up and he took, Dre, my companion and best friend who carried me through anxiety attacks, heart ache and loneliness.I cried myself to sleep every night and woke up empty and alone.... where was my beloved Dre? Apparently to my dismay first a guard dog and then given to my sister Debs' ex, a wonderful man yet a hippy who had decided that growing hydroponic herbs was the new it thing..... I was not allowed the animal back and needless to say the ache in my heart faded, although a part of it was now missing.
Next came Lucy, my crazy eccentric beautiful Weimaraner.Silver coated,blue-eyed and again I fell in love ♥... yes another present from my second love, Sascha, a German Pilot I loved, lived with and had my heart broken by. Again on the eve of our Break-up Lucy was taken from under my nose, this the puppy who at three months had kennel cough and pneumonia, which was then passed along to me in the form of whooping cough, whom I had cried with at the vet as they tranquilized this tiny body and told us she would not live past four months. Tears pour down my face as I write this story as Lucy has taken another piece of my heart. A large one. And the wound is still raw and seeping.( patterns of dog napping have clearly became part of my love life, a petition needs to be circulated and a law passed that one can add a pre-nup to a relationship regarding animals). Lucy now lives in Plett and swims in the ocean everyday, has a huge garden and is loved unconditionally by her Granny.... yet selfishness takes over and the ache for her sometimes overwhelms me. How does an animal become the love of your life you ask? The answer is simple: They love you unconditionally quirks, faults and clumsiness; they even fore go and dismiss the dreaded pimple on your nose which you have applied everything from tea tree oil to toothpaste to nail varnish remover to kill!
Thank you Sascha, that you at least gave me one thing, one new companion, one new child and the best addition to my life, My little Italian Grey Hound, Massimo;Mimi:Rat;Boo;Babby;little man and more. What would I do without coming home to my Mimi cuddled up on HIS couch in the lounge waiting for Mom, Granny or Grandpa ( His Best and this is when he falls under the alias ...RAT). He snuggles with his mom, spoons her and licks away her tears, he jogs besides me like a little racehorse in his "Mutt United" vest and puts up with the fact that I am barley walking just looking up at me every now and then as if to say "Mom, can you speed things up these legs were made for running not walking backwards!",He loves all the other dogs and has become the entertainment for Dutch and Mika, the Bull Mastiffs, and Studley and Diva, the Chihuahuas. Much to Studley's, our little gay and grumpy BUT MIGHTY chihuahua,dismay and horror - even though he hates to admit loving Diva, the farm girl Chihuauhua- Her and Massimo are in love ♥ so precious.... Studley has carried on humping Dutches tail to prove a point! Mimi, Mommy is coming home soon!
This story is to be continued......
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