13th July 2018
“Food!” Is the only word that Kelli’s two dogs would ever utter. There lives are tuned to searching out any morsel they can. It is a running theme between us, and more for fun I keep my theory running. Dhama is the black and white older female, she is cool, and is the best trained. Phoebe is the young mad red female who enjoys chewing at my hand at any opportunity.
Dhama tolerates Phoebe pretty well, they do have their moments, but the power of the elder prevails. Both share the sunny spot at the bottom of the bed where the early morning sun hits, but with the smallest crumb hitting the kitchen floor, they both move like whippets to investigate.
I have my pet names for both of them, so Drama and Pubes have to tolerate this juvenile behaviour, but do this in their pure innocence.
Letting them into the yard for their morning toilet is met with doggy enthusiasm, in fact they have learned to play “the game” because when they come back into the house they go straight for the treat jar. This is repeated many times during the day, or whenever they want a treat.
Having dogs around has been apart of Kelli’s life even before we got together. There are many graves of the pets she kept in different places in Holland.
Just round the corner there lays Maisy, the miniature schnauzer she was the only dog I know who could puke and shit at the same time.
She hated everything, and everyone except Kelli and her family, but is remembered often for her erratic behaviour, and attitude.
It is pleasant taking them for a walk in the evening. You can appreciate the calmness, unless they spot another dog, or ducks, or anything remotely human, then they both set each other off. The other noticeable event comes with anticipating where Phoebe will dump. It is usually on a nice patch of someone’s lawn, but Kelli is always prepared, and has a carrier bag at the ready, which then has to be carried for the rest of the walk.
Another Lifetime to go 