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| January: One Dark and Lonely Night.. by Peppie |
Every car that drove into our driveway lifted my heart so I wagged my plume of a tail in anticipation and barked a loving welcome. But no Daddy came to claim me from my watch-post on the ramparts of our home's deck. He had just simply disappeared, along with the Revered Mother and our car. Everyone who entered was baled up for my interigation. I, of course, being older and wiser, explained to the pup Coco "Probably aliens had taken our Mother but Daddy will escape and come home to rescue his Peppie". She did not find this comforting. Cocobean (as is my secret pet name for her now that we have survived this adventure .... although I am getting ahead of my story) set about in a most non-Tibetan manner declaring her thoughts to the world... extracts below!
Coco: 'Mummy's left me - she is never coming back - I will die of starvation and no body loves me - oh woe - oh is that your tail can I swing on it and pull you around by it - oh and bight this ear - I want my Mummieeeee - I want food - Oh I know this person - Auntie - oh food - oh she says cooing Mummy-type stuff to me I don't understand but I like. And she smells good. Wanna play in my toy box with me?' |
Suffice to say that every day Auntie Julie (she is actually Coco's Aunt but I am working on that) and Uncle John (he has been raised to this status because although he hides his non-predilection towards dogs of shorter stature, he spares no measure of kindness to myself or the little pup) came morning, noon and night to feed and play with us and water the myriad pot plants Father is for some reason tending. As time wore on, other known friends, Mistress Derrin the Artist of Agnes Water and her husband L There was a happy ending to our story. Finally Daddy came home to claim me - oh, yes, the Revered Mother came home too. As soon as I spotted him through the windscreen, I threw myself against the front door and then, in a giant leap, up into his arms. (Poof to that talk of 16 dog years being neigh on 80 human years - I could show them!) Now I keep the closest watch on him - he will not escape me again! He looked very pale and still walks rather slowly and the RM fusses about all around him and they both smelt a bit like the hospital where I went to have my bionic knee operation....
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aurie arrived to give us food and loving and play and Laurie did noisy things with a motorised object all over the lawn. During this time, I must admit, Cocobean and I become very close and now its fair to say we would not be a family without her. She has the sweetest nature and other than trying constantly to see if my ears and tail are detachable, she is perfect as far as I am concerned.