Confessions of a Dog Mother

A little snapshot of our life yesterday. There were 10 builders on site at different times (Progress. Hooray!)  In addition, our friend Bernard dropped by. It was towards the end of the day. The various trades were packing up. I was showing Bernard the work in the addition when Henny came to ask where the dog was. Shit. It was clear Lily had slipped out with one of the builders (why didn't they warn me??) 

No sign of her. AT LARGE. AWOL. We whistled and called. Henny got in the car to look for her. Bernard and I walked the neighbourhood, then he too got in his car to search. I stayed in front of the house on look out. A stray dog passed by, then passed again 10 minutes later. I mentally told him to find Lily, who loves other dogs. Then, will you believe, I looked down our lane and saw Lily Blue trotting home, something big and pale in her mouth, tail wagging, looking rather proud. She'd taken a year off Henny's and my lives from stress, yet on top of that, was hoping to play with the other dog. I got her inside the gate. Called off the search parties. Our hearts still pounding, we were all so relieved she was safe. Then Bernard said, you better see what she's got, I don't think it's a bone after all. I wrestled her trophy away from her. Turned out to be an enormous lump of cheese. Like at least half a kilo. The crowning blow, of course, it made her spectacularly ill. The more comfortable she becomes, the more spirited. She's a little minx.

The Cheese Monkey

Portrait by Auntie Fen

New nickname provided by Uncle Beet