They work as a team….Aura Lea, my Irish Wolfhound, swishes her tail and knocks my reading glasses off the living room end table…..Ruby, my poodle, carries them into her bed……..
My knitting needle and yarn strewn across the rug….now having a thousand collie fur strands attached to it…..
A home without them is no home for me ……..
I gather up their breakfast bowls. ……… They each have their designated place; I carry Ruby’s into the living room and hear Rusty, my other poodle, darting toward the kitchen……
He sits upon my kitchen chair and starts to eat……. he just started doing this and now claims his place at the table for breakfast and dinner each day. I have him a little more than a month now; when he came, he seemed to be apprehensive of any dog bowl I put out for him. I literally had to sit with him and hand feed him each bite or drop a bite on the floor; then, he would eat it. Rusty and Ruby came from China; what they faced is just unimaginable to most in countries where dogs are not thought of as food. When no bowl worked, I decided to try one of my grandson’s Kermit saucers. He liked it…….Now, sitting at the kitchen table, eating from his Kermit dish, one would never suspect the horrible world he escaped just a little over one month ago.
Now, two little poodles and their co-conspirators in crime fill my days with mischief and joy in being free. Okay, I know it’s not the best in dog manners. But such simple pleasures; a few minutes at the table, eating from a Kermit bowl…….a thievery of glasses and yarn………Such small things…….such tremendous horrors now forever left behind in fearful little minds and hearts……..They fill my heart each day with love. Unimaginable to me how they might have filled one’s plate with dinner……. 😦
Here is Rusty eating from his Kermit dish…….