Chapter 7
(October 2022):
In and Out of the Dog House
Daddy’s son Leif turned 50 and had a party at a sports club in Hannover. Of course I went along because I would be the life ofthe party. Grandson Colja (16) would be VERY disappointed if they didn’t take
me.
I kissed
and kissed him and washed his face so fanatically that sometimes he had to grab
a breath of air! The girls present also enjoyed me and made sure I didn’t get
to the buffet. Pity!
The next morning Mummy had to get up early to
set up the service at church. She let me out to do my business and when I
didn’t come back, she went looking for me. The gate was open and I was nowhere
to be seen. I didn’t have a collar on and Mummy was in her pyjamas. She grabbed
a collar and a jacket and took off through the neighbors’ yards, beginning with
the one where I had seen a rabbit in a hutch. No Caoimhe. My favorite neighbors
next door. No Caoimhe. Finally, when she had been all round our circular
street, she saw me at the back end of an empty lot that borders on my yard. Oops! She saw me, so I ducked away. But she knew where I was. I have to get better at this. So I zapped past her and through two more yards before I came to a dead end and she caught me. What a pity; I was in the dog house. Mummy had just enough time to get to church.
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I love to run. Now that the fields have been harvested, I can’t do any harm, so I tear around in the fields on our daily
90-minute walks, making myself filthy for the shower. When Mummy sees deer, she
puts me on the leash and I have never seen one. But last week while chasing some
birds, I saw my first rabbit. And the race was on! I kept up pretty well for
two fields, but then it disappeared in the asparagus. I did a third field just
in case but gave up and returned to Mummy. Meanwhile the asparagus has been cut
down and I’ll have a better chance next time.
Last Sunday church was at a retreat, so they
took me along. It was cool enough for me to stay in the car during the service
and then Daddy took me in to say hello. On the way home we had dinner in a
restaurant in Dötlingen, where Daddy had been on class trips as a student and a
teacher decades ago, followed by a lovely walk through the woods and some
dashing up and down the bank like agility and into the river. I was a mess
again.
were the
last to win the Grinsekopp and there is no advanced group this year, we still
have the Grinsekopp and this house is becoming a museum with two big Rally
trophies, 17 agility trophies and Róisín’s junior champion show trophy.