Four Legged Friend
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about dogs. We didn’t have a dog when I was growing up, and my older daughter Tash’s pleas for one were met with the consistent response from her dad, ‘It’s either a father or a dog – you choose.’ (To give her her due, she never quite gave up trying, but she also never quite wanted one more than a father!).
As adults, two of my siblings have had dogs and recently, my brother and his family have been contemplating getting another. It’s been a revelation seeing up close just how much fun and joy a dog brings, never mind how good they are for your physical and mental wellbeing. Certainly, all the wonderful pet pics you send us of your beloved pooches confirm that. But I’m also under no illusions about how much work and responsibility is involved in having and caring for one. Lynne Truss’ lovely It’s A Funny Old World column on page 13 certainly confirms that.
Recently, Tash’s dog-owning tactic has taken a new turn. Having married a wonderful man who’s not terribly keen on dogs (well, he can’t be perfect), she has decided that I should get one and she’ll ‘help look after it’. I have to admit, the idea does rather appeal to me. The thing is, I know I don’t currently have the lifestyle that would be fair to a dog (and, in all honesty, neither does she). But times and situations change and there is a chance that in the not-too-distant future I might just be able to consider that proposition as a workable reality. In the meantime, I don’t suppose she’d be content to settle for the outrageously adorable crocheted sausage dogs on page 33? (On the basis that someone else made them for her. If I tried, I can guarantee they wouldn’t turn out looking like they do in the picture!). Hmm… I’m not sure that idea will go down all that well!