ITS A DOGS LIFE FOR WHOM?
Were going to Florida on holiday next February would you like to come? Question from son and family to parents
As date approaches, Dad is working so, sadly, holiday is off. Many thanks and regrets expressed to son. Result would you like to have Charlie while were away? Not quite the holiday envisaged, still Charlie is a lovely, well trained Welsh Collie. Looking after a dog cant be that difficult. Lots of people do it but, until this moment, never us. Charlies arrival is viewed with a mixture of trepidation and delight.
He duly arrives Im sure he wasnt as big as this in their house. Hell stay in the garden all day just leave him, hell be fine. Will he though? Hes not used to busy roads, what if he gets out (despite locks and bolts.) Panic seizes me. Hes not a goldfish which can be replaced on their return. I fear, for the next three weeks, Charlie will rule my life.
Day 2 of Charlies holiday, I decide I cant watch him all day and go into town, park the car only to return home10 minutes later terrified that he will have been spirited away or choked on a piece of grass! This is ridiculous, hes a dog does that accusing look in his eye as I left him mean he wont love me any more? He takes me out for a walk on my return it should be the other way round, but Charlie is a big strong dog and likes to run off the lead. If I let him off the lead I am convinced he will drown in the river or be in Cambridge, so I have three weeks of dislocated shoulders.
Day 4 and my confidence is growing, Im off to work, Charlie will
be fine and then he is sick. I phone all my friends with dogs will
he die, they laugh I dont. I phone the vet make him
drink lots of water how? This dog-sitting is a nightmare. Charlie
is fine, I think Im the one who needs a vet, still husband will
be home tonight so all will be easier, or will it?
The day before his departure, I leave Charlie in the garden, locked and bolted as usual. I return to an ecstatic welcome, Charlie I will miss you. I go in the house and find a note to say my windows have been cleaned. This wonderful guard dog has let a total stranger into the garden not only that, he has put a ladder up to my windows. That is unimportant, but what if Charlie had got out? If that had happened the first day of his visit, I would have been marooned in the house for three weeks.
The final day approaches. Charlie and I will have our last tearful walk by the river. I approach him with the lead. He hides behind the car. I go one way, he goes the other. Surely, he cant be more exhausted after the three weeks than I am. He is eventually bribed with a biscuit and reluctantly keeps me happy by taking me for another walk.
The house seemed empty without Charlie, would we have him again yes. Would I have one myself no, I dont think so, my nerves wont take it!
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