Sunday, August 21, 2011
Absolutely the best - guaranteed .
Barely seven. It's just getting light but it's already hot . We head out of the front gate past the two cows peering dreamily over the fence and head towards the village pond . At our approach a cohort of sleepy frogs leap, one after the other , from the shade of the grass into the cool water . The sound of their splashing and croaking a simple and unpretentious pleasure . The synchronised swimmers of the animal world . I walk four paces ahead. Wilf follows on behind, legs stretched out ahead of him . The assurance that comes from knowing that someone is there, clearing the way . " Come on , come on , stop ! Quick-quick-quick, Stop !" - that constant flow of reassuring commands that owners of blind dogs soon develop.
Home through the sunflower fields. A time for intense snuffling and concentration . For breakfast ' the font ' gives Wilf some cheese and honey on toast. Polish dog, Swedish breakfast . Happiness all round. He licks his nose no less than nineteen times . A record ?
What time is the best in a dogs life ? The mad, getting to know you antics of puppyhood ? Races across the beach when young ? The solid routine of maturity ? Or old age when the trust built up over a decade becomes absolute? For a dog every day is the best . But if laughter is a guide then I guarantee you that days like today are absolutely the best that a dog , or his owner, could ever hope to enjoy .