“Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.” (Agnes Sligh Turnbull)
My love of hounds knows no bounds. Having begged our parents to be allowed to have our first dog, at the age of 7 and 8 respectively, my brother and I presented a written contract to our parents. We promised to take full responsibility, for the lifetime of the animal, for feeding and walking. It worked! I have rarely ever been without a dog since.
For me, as for so many people, the constant presence of a beloved dog in my home and my life is the best possible antidote to stress and anxiety and the greatest source of unconditional love. Simply the twice daily walks are opportunities to slow down and gather thoughts, that I otherwise don’t get or make time for.
I become utterly devoted to each new dog who enters my life. I have no interest in holidaying abroad as it would not be a holiday for me without my dog by my side.
On 4th February this year I lost my kismet dog, Ringo. He died very suddenly and unexpectedly, exactly 7 years to the day after he came into my life. Those 364 weeks had been some of the toughest of my life, due in part to ill-health of various people I love. They had also been 364 of the best weeks of life thanks to the incredible bond Ringo and I had and the love, joy and happiness he gave me every single day.
Devastated at his loss and needing time to grieve, I decided to wait 12 months before looking for my next companion. But just as fate had brought Ringo into my life, I stumbled straight into a situation that very nearly led to me adopting a beautiful, recently retired Greyhound last week.
Sadly, the crucial introduction to my partner’s beautiful Terrier (under supervision of the rescue centre’s behaviourist) went about as badly as I could have ever imagined. Said terrier, for whom I have frequent “custody” was perfection …. The potential adoptee, however, had extremely strong predatory instincts. This was a match made in hell for both dogs. However, I know enough about Greyhounds to know that each one is individual and that there was just never likely to be any chemistry amongst this particular couple.
I am now rethinking, opening my mind. Letting go of my own desperate hope to make my next dog a pure Greyhound. The right dog will come along at the right time. A dog that fits well with all the people in my life (two and four-legged).
I have such huge respect for the staff of the many rescue centres across the country, all doing the very best they can for the homeless, rejected, mal-treated dogs and other animals so desperately in need of a loving, stable, forever home.
And to my beloved Ringy Pingy, If I could live my life again, I would find you sooner so I could love you longer.
My love of dogs lead us to create a small range of animal cards…