I never thought I could love another creature as much as Rocky but then I got Molly. She was given up, abandoned I guess, and I was fortunate enough to rescue her. She is a beautiful wee Stafffordshire Bull Terrier and I can’t understand why anyone would want to give her up. Of course she is completely mental. Why does that not surprise me? Like attracts like!
She has taken to digging a hole in the field. It’s a mystery why. Either she is trying to make a pond or she is intent in digging her way to China or whatever is on the other side of our world. Three baths in two days and my Tee Shirt was claried carrying her in.
Rocky was a bit unsure of her to start with. He is a spoiled boy and set in his ways. They are getting on well for the most part but she is tormenting the life out of him. She lunges at him and bites the face of him. Molly is a very little dog compared to top dog and I am amazed at how game she is. I got knackered just watching them.
My sister-in-law says never underestimate the warmth of a cold nose and she is so right. I took Molly to the care home my mum is in and the difference Molly made was unbelievable. Everyone petted and hugged her and they would have kept her if they could. People who normally sit and stare into space lit up like Christmas trees. I had conversations with people who never spoke before. It was a revelation.
On the moaning side that bloody bird Bill nearly took my finger off when I put it through the bars. Paddy was able to put his finger in. Molly was quite interested in Bill. We had to get her down because he would have had her nose off.
Kevin and I had a nice chat. He is lovely, true gentleman.
Mary walked Molly and everyone got to meet her. She is a bit full on and licky, licky but no one seems to mind.
The view from Seabank is pretty spectacular. On good days you can see all the way to Scotland (or Islay which is an Island off Scotland) I am not known for my sense of direction. In fact I get lost going into the Toon. Let’s just say that the sea faring community are better off for not having me surfing the ocean waves. I think it may stem from my Spanish ancestor who was shipwrecked. My cousin Trevor knows all about that side of the family. My brother looked like a Spaniard. Dark, handsome and he loved the sea. It’s all in the genes.
Anyway, I am rambling like always. As I get longer in the tooth (only have the one now) I think more and more about times gone by. Padraig and I were talking about our childhoods and the changes in society. We remember growing our own veg. My granny O’Neill had no inside toilet and I used to have to go up the yard for a pee because I couldn’t do one in the chamber pot knowing someone might be awake and listening.
In the meantime he says get oot there and support drama groups. Perhaps you may see me laying on a stage one day. Now there’s a thing!!!
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