Yes, I have often heard the expressions of ' A man’s best friend is his dog'.
Well, I tend to agree. But when I look closer, this dog is more than my friend. This dog is my family member, confidante, sleeping partner, dinner companion, walking companion, playmate, driving companion, protector - staunch, stolid and spirited.....(sigh) that child I always wanted ....and back again to that best friend I have never had or have been able to keep.
Yes, dear Sonsie. You know, it is a Scottish word meaning 'pretty'. Sonsie is a West Highland Terrier, and is by far the best friend of all the other friends I've had.
But as Sonsie says, it is good we both have our independence. I have my own circle of Talkabout friends and she has her friends, Ella and Kobe (ask my ex - don't know where he got their names from) who stay and eat over regularly.
We also have a guest who sleeps over quite regularly, one whose name is Hamish. Hamish's mother is a doctor and works long and awkward hours. Poor Hamish. He does fret at times. And then there is Fergus (now these are nice proper Scottish names). Both Fergus's parents are doctors, and they have other grown up children and Grandma. Sonsie, Ella, Kobe, Hamish, Fergus and I, we are all waiting for Fergus's family to go away for a long weekend where little children are not allowed (Queen’s Birthday coming up soon). Oooooh yes, then the doctors' children can have sleepovers as well.
What fun! - Playing in the bathtub together. - Everyone trying to jump out at the same time. Yes, you are right. Sonsie is the athlete in the family and always clears the hurdle.
Since we have equal rights, let me tell you a little bit more about me! Everyone at home often calls me 'Sonce'. I don't mind. I know what they mean. I love burying the little bones in the house. My favourite places are under the sofa lounge and under our pillow. Then I know it's safe because I am the jumper and Hamish, Kobe and Ella are not really the best jumpers.
And I love sitting on the front seat whilst my attendant is driving, and if I'm lucky, I get to sit on his lap. Shhhhh.
I love playing treasure hunt. Sadly, the treats are thrown around the room while we all hunt for them. I say sadly, because that is usually the time when we are given our independence (or is ‘freedom’ a better word here?).
Yes, then it is..........a dog’s life....
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