It is 7.04 am and already the dogs are tired. We don’t even know what time they got up–but it was at the crack of dawn when all three dogs started whining. There is no sleeping in for parents of puppies and dogs.
Bridget has a Kong that Bella my parents dog has brought her. It’s a bit too big for her mouth and she is spending minutes–yes precious minutes–trying to pick up. The other dogs are rolling in the cold wet grass. Gray skies and lots of mud add to the general gloominess of the moment. Mom brings me a very welcomed cup of coffee since I am the current designated dog sitter. Bridget is so small she can easily get lost, get eaten, fall in the streams, or do any other stupid young animal type stunt.
It’s cold, gray, and yet puppy therapy is working. I get up to kee an eye on where the dogs are and see some daffodils poking there heads up at the edge of the lawn. From inside the warm house, I hear laughter. My mom says that those kongs are Bella’s most prized possessions. Every night she gets one during cocktail hour — a long standing ritual at Brindejjon. The sun is going down, the world is beautiful for a couple of moments of peace and loveliness. It’s a wonderful time of the evening to enjoy a glass of wine some cheese and crackers. Or if you are a dog,enjoy a Kong with dog treats frozen inside.
It’s 7.35 am and Bridget just went into the barn. Time to get up and see where she’s going. Five minutes later, I’m back blogging again. We have a pack of filthy disgusting dogs, covered in Mud. Already my nice clean clothes are covered in mud from Dogs. It’s too early to shower them, so I’ll sit outside and enjoy being watching them play. I think the puppy just learned how to bark. Short high pitched little barks as she chases Bella. I’m blessed, it’s like being able to see a child’s first steps.