It's A Dog's Life - May 2018

It’s A Dog’s Life – May 2018

by Rolo The Border Terrier

By the time we get into May, it’s safe to say that spring should have sprung! After a particularly grim winter that has played havoc with my senior arthritis, since March we’ve been looking hopefully for signs of newness, against the worn-out remnants of last year.

Talking of old and new, at least I’ve got an extra set of paws to help with the springtime duties, as Teddy, our foster Border Terrier, is shaping up nicely under my careful tutelage. He is proving quite useful at certain things that are areas for development with me. Take sheep. They have a habit of staring through the hedge and I can’t resist barking back. Who do they think they are? ‘Her Indoors’ doesn’t take kindly to this behaviour and, although I’m safely on a short lead, she won’t take me down the lanes at lambing time in case I offend the sheep’s maternal sensibilities. Teddy, on the other paw, just completely ignores them, which allows ‘Her Indoors’ and ‘Junior Her’ if she’s at home, to stand and coo over the antics of the lambs, jumping and frolicking around, like mint sauce had never been invented. I personally don’t see what all the fuss is about. If they want something cute and furry to pet, they’ve got me and Teds.

Whilst we are talking about the outdoors, an old/new replacement that hasn’t gone down very well with me, is the fence around the vegetable garden. When we first moved here, it wasn’t fenced in at all. ‘Her Indoors’ always says that the fencing was to keep the rabbits out, but I think she had another four-legged furry in mind too. I don’t know why they always objected to me helping with the watering; I like to feel I added a distinctive flavour to the home-grown veg, but I have been firmly fenced out. And just as the old fencing was getting suitably fragile, providing a distinct opportunity for a couple of enterprising small dogs with a liking for soft fruit, they go and get it replaced. Apparently, the new picket fencing is guaranteed for ten years, and although I’m doing pretty well in the longevity stakes, that probably just about rules me out. Teddy might be in with a chance though, if he plays his cards right and keeps an eye out for rotting at the base.

However, there are some things that appear new, which are actually old. Take the barbeque; it appears, during the first warm, sunny weekend of the year, gleaming and full of promise, but it is in fact a hardly perennial, that over-winters in the shed. And with it comes another old and very important entitlement, my divine right to the last sausage. This might be news to Teddy, as the new dog on the block, but he wants to stick with me as his older partner, there are some advantages to having been around for a while. And if there’s two sausages left, I might be prepared to share.