Thursday, 22 August 2013

Sadness



It seems all wrong that a bouncing big lump of a boxer can go through so much yet be beaten by a lump that simply won't stop bleeding.  Like a creaking gate we knew a day would come when some catastrophic event would make the gate fall from the posts that held on so tentatively.  How could it possibly be so small as a delicate piece of skin no longer strong enough to hold back time?

He won't be defined by a lump well not that kind of lump anyway, anyone who has met a boxer knows they are big daft lumps of enthusiasm, gooniness and energy.

In part this energy was the catalyst for a new owner.  Needless to say I was the messenger of this life change when the original owners, beaten by his chewing of all things hoped wrongly, that a new house change of routine and desperate optimism would mean leaving him out of his cage, which did not fit the look of the new house, would magically cure this expensive comforting habit Rogan had.  Unfortunately they soon found, to their cost, this was a huge error of judgement and a new home was required.

Soon Rogan made himself at home where a cage was installed and a new lifestyle soon cured him of chewing and destructiveness.  Taz their resident dog was quite happy with her new live in love and they bashed, slammed and snuggled their way into a very happy relationship.  He was accepted by the two cats though needless to say disgust was a well practised look by now, only cats can achieve this look with such ease.

Rogan always loved toys and for me that will be one of my favourite memories of him.  You could balance a toy on his head and tell him to wait and he would wait......and wait........and wait the second you told him to get it he would spring into life grabbing the toy his eyes glinting with such excitement you couldn't help doing it again and again.  My favourite was a squeaky toy I bought for him which not only squeaked but had a chick that popped up when squeezed, he'd carry it  out the side of his mouth. Seeing him pop the chick out was something else yet what I really loved was a game he invented himself.

Standing on the rug he'd drop the squeaky chick/ egg onto the wooden floor.  He'd stand there staring his body taut, then ever so slowly he'd reach a foot out and the egg would just be out of reach.  So he'd swap legs( not always) and try again so slowly it was as if he was in slow motion.  When he still couldn't reach it he would stalk it as if his life depended on it so slowly you barely believed he moved at all.  Closer and closer he'd move and then POUNCE he'd dive on it squeaking it hard yet you never knew at what moment he would pound only a barely perceptible wag on his stumpy tail would give away the excitement that was building up.

It's hard to say just what made Rogan Rogan, his face was unlike any other his daft expressions and his sheer delight.  In his later years his funny gambolling run, his missing toe and his bark always seemed to have just fallen out of his mouth.

His enthusiasm was infectious and he has left the house/ home/ family a sadder place and a house now for the first time in 41 years dogless.

We miss you Rogan but carry you with us.  In fact I am sure I heard you when the post came through the letter box just now!





Tuesday, 13 August 2013

How time flies

After a silly post on facebook I realised just what Petnanny has meant to me.

Often people will come up to you and say they would love my job, cuddling puppies all day and walking dogs, no stress.  Whilst in some ways this is true they couldn't be further from the truth in their description.  Yet what strikes me, as time passes, is not what I do on a daily basis it is the affect on me and lives having a business like Petnanny has.

I have had Nero in my life for 13 years, he is now too old to be walked but he is there you know.  Needless to say by walking Nero I also had a relationship with Madeleine it is inevitable.  Been there every morning ( five days a week mostly) sometimes a mere ' Morning I have Nero see you later' to a good natter over coffee and pasta.  So Madeleine is in there too.

Then we have Sisko.  Sisko has been walked just under 11 years a mere slip of a mini poodle all flouncy hair and theatricals.  Yet Lindsay and Trevor snuck into my world, full of Disney world and now there is Adam and Luke, I know Lindsay's parents with their beautiful little mini smokey cream and blue poodle.  How our lives have changed in that time.  From house moves and births it is a little snippet of their lives I have shared.

I doubt I will ever forget Pebble and Poppy's family.  We met through tragedy 11 years ago, I was needed to help their beautiful snugglebugs through a difficult time yet they have helped me through many mini traumas in my life too always being there.  Lyn has a dry sense of humour and quick wit, a closer family you will not find and I love to catch up with Sharon and Chris.  They are a hoot together the banter makes your hair curl hehe. I can't imagine life without them being around I think I have cried more with and for this family than any other.

As for crying and traumas the same can be said for Oscar and Hugo.  Another lovely family who went from two to three from one dog to two with many horrible health problems along the way.  At times I couldn't see how they would keep going yet they show a strength I can only hope I would have if ever needed.   I miss the daily contact now Sam's picks the lads up but they are there.

Harry's first walk was a privilege,  his big puppy feet bouncing and running as fast as they will travel.  It is hard to believe so much time has passed, nine years I believe.  Another family who started out as two and the dog!  Then lovely Oliver was born and Harry coped beautifully soon to be followed by Grace.  Another house move and we all toddle along living our own lives yet sharing odd moments.

Tash was with us many years and she came along with Sarah and Keith.  I have to admit to chuckling at Keith engrossed in his computer games to the point Nero once wee'd on him eeek!  As laid back as Keith is Sarah is there keeping everything going.  Now they are soon to be three( all being well) and whilst Tash is no longer here physically she is there binding us all together.

Loki was the apple of Sonia's eye I was interviewed within an inch of my life.  I passed the rigorous testing and became part of their band.  Time passes and life's dramas, deaths and push you to the limits whilst you both follow the path that you set off upon.  With nanci being left and a new born the new stage of their lives came and we watch from the sidelines years and life passing, checking in with simple hello's and messages back and forth.  8 years on and we are still intertwined.

I just never expected the effect people would have on my indirectly, how they become as important as the dogs.  How as time passes the relationships change, morph and still we plod along mutually joined by one common factor.......the dogs.  They get older, some pass and second/ third generations come along never forgetting that first dog, learning to love the subsequent ones.

Then we have Sam who I met in 2000 when she came to do work experience, the niece of my next neighbour who would have thought that chance meeting could change our lives.  With Barney, Kodi, Pebbles, Katy only Barney is still with us, Mia who died so terribly young was one I never met then Ruby Demi and Pixie.  Maggie binds us to Linda with Moo and Isa after Linda rescued her from the meat trade and needed to rehome with a fabulous person, Sam was that fabulous person and the bond is there linked with work, dogs horses and friends.

It occasionally scares me to think we are 'just' a service and people do walk away when we are no longer needed yet that is all part of the deal.  Time passes and you wonder just how the dogs are and if they are well.

So if you ever set up a dog walking company, ever start caring for someone else's animals don't forget your responsibility to all those you meet for good or for bad.  It is part of your life, part of that web that makes us human.  The good part of human.


Eeeh who would have thought it