Had a lovely dog story on the email this morning and decided to add my own little tale to the annals of canine loyalty.
Last month, I was a casualty of our hot, humid summer conditions. I was hit with an awful tummy bug (fortunately lasting only 24 hours). Saturday night saw me to and fro to the bathroom (and to the kitchen for ice etc). Doggos, who sleep in the kitchen, obviously could hear from the ‘smells and bells’ that there was trouble in the house! I was too exhausted and nauseous to bother to settle them again in their sleeping places. So Trist (always the headboy) assumed his place of guard at the bedroom's threshold. However, Gal, the sensitive type, spent the rest of the night going back and forth from my walk-in closet dragging every winter jersey he could find stored in the closet's lower drawers to my side. He can open the drawers himself, you see. Morning saw the floor next to my bed piled high with all my winter woollies and every odd shoe shoe, just in case I needed them in my distress!
Both fellows lay next to the guest room bed (where I retreated on Sunday morning for a change of scenery) until daughter Cath arrived with Panados, tummy pills and bottles of Energade. The moment they saw her, Trist and Gal rose, with a grunt of relief, murmured: "At last, we are off duty!" (dogspeak), retreated to the garden, leaving the rest up to her.
Woman’s best friend?
Here are two undignified shots of the boys chewing their chewers which I have smeared with Marmite! You need to be a South African to know about the delightful flavour of Marmite!
