Sasha.

Against my better judgement and in spite of all protests on my part we have a DOG again! When our last dog, Lola, died I made it clear (or thought I did) NO MORE dogs. My mind was made up, definitely no more dogs.It was partly because Lola was such a great dog. She could be left alone without destroying things, she waited to be taken out- no accidents, from the beginning she understood all that was said to her and she was even quiet.Neighbours would often comment on how quiet she was and we loved her. When she died we were all sad and I felt it was an experience I didn´t want to repeat. And then along came Sasha. It´s a long story of how my daughter met Sasha, but when she did, Lucia was determined to keep her. She wasn´t abandoned, just a bit forlorn. I´m sure her mother´s owner gave her away with best intentions but not everyone is up to coping with a super energetic puppy that grows by the minute! So there she was, tied to a lamp post waiting to be rescued. She was 2 and a half months old. Puppies can be cute and hilarious but they can also be a pain, being hurtled on when you´re quietly watching TV or lying in bed!! Just not on! Then the walking - first of all she wouldn´t, she just flopped down, we blamed the heat and took it slowly, now it´s cooler it´s a whole new ball game! Bicycles and motor bikes drive her mad - she bolts after them dragging you along, she has some kind of radar switched on for smaller dogs, she can sense them from miles away, she stands perfectly still looking in their direction and as they approach WHOAAAAAAA she´s off. I´m sure she only wants to play but some of them don´t look too happy! Her leads have to be metal chains, material ones just get chewed to death. When she drinks she leaves a puddle round the bowl which then of course she treads in, leaving footprints all over the place, it´s useless to follow with a mop, the procedure is repeated too often. She eats her food and then the bowl and continues hunting down any left overs. At 5 and a half months she can reach ALL surfaces so nothing on the table or work top is safe. It´s a case of now you see it - now you don´t! When she comes in from walking she greets us as if she´s been gone a week, jumping and flinging herself at everyone then tearing round in circles, swooping things off surfaces with her already powerful tail. She barks indignantly at dogs on TV and rushes from the room if the music is too loud. If the bathroom door is left open she slurps from the toilet - I know it´s horrific! I don´t know if I´m up to this all over again but the fact is, however adamantly you don´t want a pet, once its moved in, it works its way under your skin and into your heart and there you go - you´re sunk! So that´s all about Sasha for now, I´ll keep you posted on her progress - and its side effects! You can buy Valium over the counter- right?



Getting older and less wiser by the minute!
Me.