30 Day Meme - Day 6

[scottishlass]

30 Days Meme
Day 1 Song	Day 2 Movie	Day 3 TV Show	Day 4 Book	Day 5 Quote
Day 6 Anything	Day 7 Happy Photo	Day 8 Sad Photo	Day 9 My Photo	Day 10 10 Years Ago
Day 11 Recent	Day 12 Anything	Day 13 Fiction	Day 14 Non-fiction	Day 15 Fanfic
Day 16 Sad Song	Day 17 Art	Day 18 Anything	Day 19 Talent	Day 20 Hobby
Day 21 Recipe	Day 22 Website	Day 23 Youtube	Day 24 Anything	Day 25 Day
Day 26 Week	Day 27 Month	Day 28 Year	Day 29 2010	Day 30 Anything

Yay - anything that I fancy ... umm ... ano ... but YOU KNOW what will be coming, right? DOGGIES!!! SO with Thanksgiving in the US it is a kind of saying thanks .. or being grateful to be blessed with such wonderful kids.

I revert to an utter kid or fool - you be the judge - when it comes to my kids. Yeah I'm one of those crazies that refer to her dogs as her babies, kids etc. Not that I see them as my substitute children, far from it, but the dogs are precious. All the more so considering what kind of shitty life they had before they came here. Of course, other ppl could have provided them with a similar peaceful, wonderful home and my dogs are nothing special considering looks or doing tricks or doing some kind of high profile doggy sport. My dogs are just there, they love and are loved, they can be obnoxious and cute, mad or little angels.

Every day I'm grateful that Cenour is still with us. Last year, right about this time, his bad spell all started ... first with that pierced hernia in November and then in March with the tumor in his spleen. He has become quite old in this past year, he is an old grampy dog now, but everyday I can see into his eyes - which get blinder by the day - I can see he is happy. He enjoys his life ... enjoys being the Prince here, enjoys his sofa, his sleeping quilt, enjoys being pampered with baths and massages. And that is enough. I hope he will remain with us for a long time still although I know that is wishful thinking. I just hope he will remain with us for a couple of years still.

Then there is Chandini who becomes more and more her own little doggy terror. Sure, she still has panic attacks from time to time but they get fewer and far between and outside she enjoys running and jumping around, playing with her wooden sticks and balls. She is a little bundle of joy and surprises. One and a half years ago, when I came snout to face with her in her transport box I would have never thought she would become such an open and happy dog. That she would enjoy life and her surroundings and just ... you know be a cute little dog. Now she is that and so much more. Chandini really is the moonlight that crept through the dark, billowing clouds on a stormy night ... precious, waif like. I'm so grateful that from now on she will have more happy years ahead of her with us than her first bad year she had back in Spain.
Little by little she morphs more and more into the little diva I still miss so much - Chica.

Chica is still very much a part of my life. When I look up from my desk she is there, almost in life size, looking down at me with her half-blind eyes. I'm so grateful to have met her, to have been her companion and tin opener for two precious years. Far too short and yet it feels in my heart like a life time.

I hope all of them will be in my life and in my heart for a very long time and I'm grateful and proud that they all became happy, socialised, good dogs. It was hard work (and still is with Cenour now turning blind and changing his training now from signs to smell) but also so rewarding when I see them running around off-leash at the Rhine, enjoying their own personal doggy heaven.