Tuesday, April 10, 2012
A secret anniversary .
Three thirty in the morning . A sudden gust of Pyrenean wind blows a flowerpot off a ledge in the garden . It shatters with a loud crash . Wilf immediately on his feet . That unmistakeable ' I'm on alert ' bark . Angus wanders, barefooted, downstairs to let him out. The family fellow stands full square in the middle of the courtyard , head back, determined to let any passing intruder know that they have him to contend with . I laugh . He's deadly serious .
Strange it should happen tonight . To the hour the third anniversary of our Italian drama. A detour in the quiet life of our family . The night I learnt the absolute truth in the saying " A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself " . Kicks, gun shots, ricocheting bullets all in a days work for these gentle lions .
Not many men write blogs about their dogs . The irrepressible, always mischevious , Taco loving Jack . A USMC dog handler in Afghanistan . A Royal Marine Corporal in Helmland with his battle buddy. Shame there aren't more . These are the sorts of mates you want to have in a scrum . This morning Wilf and Angus will share their secret memory over a croissant at the cafe under the arcades . A thank you for an old, still brave, friend . There will be much laughter .