Love me, Love my dogs
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
I had the first wasp of this year in my bedroom today. I shrieked as for some reason it was attracted to my perfume. And then my dad called to see what the problem was, and I shrieked again, louder as the striped bomber was dive-bombing me! Anyhow, after decided that the wretched thing was out to get me, I went out onto the stair area, and left dad to get rid of it. Apparently I had made so much noise at this intrusion, there was an old guy over the road who kept stopping and looking up at my window, my dad said.
Afterwards, I said to dad. I miss Scampi. She would have seen it off. She was probably the dimmest, dumbest dog, I ever had, but had an out pouring of gentleness and love that could be seen by everyone who came into contact with her. I think her stupidity was part of her charm. As I'm sure it was the dumb element which made it impossible for her to not, not like people.
We had this rigamarole every summer, during the insect season, right from her being a wee little puppy. I have always made such a racket as described above, if anything buzzes near me or over me, or anywhere within my immediate vicinity. And Scampi got so excited at this hullabaloo, she would join in, all the while jumping up and down on the spot on her back legs. This would happen a few times each summer, and having the French window open downstairs during summer is somewhat of an open invitation for insects to invade. After a few times of this happening, cos she knew what my reaction was each and every time, a few times into it each year, when her memory had been pricked enough, she only had to hear a slight Buzz of some insect and would set off on this jumping up and down, a whooping and a hollering all on her own. It was cute.
Dogs are fun. They love you no questions asked, and as long as you give them what they need to survive, and love back, they will be faithful friends for life. Scamp died just over twelve months ago. She was lost as a loon before she died. Possibly through cancer invading her brain. The vet said when I took her to be put to sleep, that for her to make the noise she was, her brain must be like scrambled eggs. The nite before, I sat with her, trying to be of comfort to her. She even had half a pizza that nite, to try and pacify her, and knowing there was no need to worry about the outcome of it making her sick.
I used to have one rule up front when any man would show interest. Love me love my dogs. They came as part of the package.
I plan to have another dog some time soon. Possibly next year when I know it will be completely within my bounds to manage it. Something small and scruffy, with bags of personality, and a little stroppy. Those are fun dogs. Scampi was just the opposite to that, tho it well describes another dog I had. Yet, she had charm. People used to look at her and say, she has such a kind face. And that surprised me never hearing it said about a dog before. Yet the kind face, reflected her kind, gentle spirit. When comparing the two dogs I had at the time, my beloved Lucy, who was sharp as a button, and a cute, scruffy, stroppy individual with Scampi. The vet would say, often a stupid dog is much easier to live with. And can see how that was true. Stupid and foolishness in both man and beast is not always a bad thing. Intellectuals reason there way through scripture, finding evidence of things in the pages of it that doesn't make any sense to there sense of rationale and reason. But to the foolish and simple, it is accepted without question. A clever dog will look at a stranger and weigh them up, trying to decide what to make of them as individuals, and if to be friendly or not. A foolish, dumb dog like Scampi, everything was so black and white. It was a person. People were made for loving.
(my beloved Lucy. Brain dog of Britain! I would be glad of a brain suchas hers!!)
