Middle Aged Meanderings

There is something about this time of year that catches the heart strings.

Various things are happening. There are people I love who are preparing to leave us and there are people I love who will be left behind. There are people I love who are in pain without relief. There are people I love dearly who are sad and lonely, who make me ashamed because I do not spare them more time. There are friends who thought the cancer had gone away, only to have the news cruelly broken. Today I saw the obituary of a lovely gentleman I met through work 5 years ago. He has died aged 91 and it has struck me strangely - he was a good, kind man and 91 was too soon for him to go.

There is something about this time of year.

These things will happen and life will roll on. If nothing else, I have learnt that there is sod all you can do about it except take it on the chin.

So. Moving on.

I have never formed a strong emotional attachment to an animal. We had a series of dogs when I was little but it was hard to relate to something that Grandma Mort was due to sell at the end of the week.The tropical fish were never a huge draw (and Grandma Mort poached them), the mynah bird would take your hand off at the wrist (and Grandma Mort sold it). The stick insects were short on character. I was fond of both the rabbits and felt sorry when they died. The hamster - too much like a mouse to be my best friend.

All that has now changed and I have a new man in my life.

“Hello Jerry Springer. My name is Mort’s Mom and I am in lurrve with my dog”.

Who would have thought it. I refer you to Mort’s blog for further details but I must insist that there has never been a cleverer, more handsome, more affectionate dog in the history of dogdom. I have said this and so it must be true. For those of you who are suffering, are sad or lonely, come to Shropshire and spend a while with our little dog sat on your knee.There was never so much unconditional love wrapped up in so small a package.

If you put a sleepy baby into a cot it will stay there.

If you put a sleepy puppy into a basket, the motor neurons in its brain flash the message “Play time” and before you can straighten up, it’s awake and hanging by its teeth from your collar.

You can put a nappy on a baby and be reasonably confident your carpet will continue unscathed and your visitors dry.

A puppy? Not so much.

When baby wakes in the morning, you can bring her into your bed for cuddles and a chat.

When puppy wakes in the morning, you are straight outside, scaring the neighbours with your bed hair and inability to walk in a straight line.

You can give your baby a cuddly toy and it will snuggle it close, at worse hurling it from the cot.

You give your puppy a cuddly toy and it will chew off its face, hump it senseless then bury it in the bushes. That is no way for a teddy to die.

A month ago I had no puppy. I cannot remember a month ago.
I would not want to go back a month. Life with a puppy is fun.

Sometimes.

Mostly.

There is no actual time.
No time to read, eat , sleep or blog.
There is much time to play with a puppy.
There is a puppy.
There is ironing.
There is my bed.
There is cooking.
There is a puppy.
There is a puppy.
THERE IS A PUPPY.

Why is there a puppy? Because I am a sucker.

Now I have no time but I do have a PUPPY.

I love that puppy and weirdly he seems quite partial to me.