Hello Dear's,
So after last week's irresponsibility of getting drunk like some crazed twenty-three-year-old I welcomed in my first full weekend as a twenty-four-year-old by adopting. Well at least the furry kind of adoption anyway.
Due to a pre-arranged Gamers event in Birmingham Mr. Warehouse and Mr. CWG were going to it was left pretty much down to moi to look after Mr. Warehouse's dog - A Golden Retriever/Labrador. But she was far from the lady she had been when I visited her at home with Mr. Warehouse, spending long weekends frolicking by the lake and bounding through the local woodlands of the nature reserve that backs onto the home Mr. Warehouse shares with his Mom. Ahh yes, the mutt was living up to her name. A right little bitch!
After considering for a few days, in fact come to think about it most of the week, I had finally settled on the fact that I would take the pooch on the Bus, or at least attempt too. So after making sure we had all the puppies bowls, food and toys and whilst bidding a fond farewell to Mr. Warehouse (please note at this point that I was not keeping her forever and that in less than twenty-four-hours he would be with the pup again) it was brought up that my boyfriend, the (somewhat) tough-guy, was putting on a brave face. Looking like a mother outside a nursery for the first time I left, promptly being dragged out of the door by an eager little madam.
Arriving at the bus stop we waited. But the longer we waited the more she whimpered. I could see Mr. Warehouse hanging from an upstairs window, leaning out to get a better view of us awaiting our ride.
"Should have just called a cab" I thought as I stood in the cold, knowing in my heart that the little fluffy mess beside me would be a handful. But just as I went to pat her on the head round rolled the bus, our saviour! As the doors opened I prayed we would be allowed on. It was early evening and the rush-hour had somewhat passed so there was minimal people occupying the seats and so I thought it best to grab a seat big enough for her to sit and lie down if she wanted to. She didn't.
Around every corner or as we pulled off from a junction or bus stop she would be still, sitting nicely and being what a good girl should be when on public transport. but the second that bus was up and moving she was too. Nearly forty-minutes later and with my black leggings now caked thick with her blonde fur as was the floor of the bus we quickly thanked the driver and exited the bus. Thankful for it not to be raining we walked lead-in-hand along the bank of the Great River Ouse I looked up and admired the strings of pretty fairy lights that donned the tree's and bridges.
"This would be perfect if I wasn't carrying so much and this little cow was playing ball" I questioned as I tried to walk quicker and get us both home as quickly and as pain free as possible. As soon as we were through my door though I was happy. Calling back an anxious Mr. Warehouse I made sure she was fed and watered so as to put her owner's mind to rest.
"Now go out and enjoy yourself down the pub. Have a few and have fun tomorrow OK?" I encouraged as Mr. Warehouse explained how Mr. CWG had asked him down to their local. But soon after the telly went on it was going off again.
My Uncles from my mother's side were in town and I decided that since the dog was now settled and relatively happy I would join them for dinner at a little Italian place in town called Amici's. Wonderful food, wine and conversation flowed as we all enjoyed the evening talking about the Titanic - A firm favourite subject of mine, Current affairs, the migrant crisis and the latest on what grotesque things politicians have done this week involving a love of bacon and sausages even I couldn't top. Dinner consisted of Deep Fried Whitebait, an all time classic, followed by a slow-cooked duck breast smothered in a Creamy Gorgonzola Cheese Sauce with Potatoes and Veg. To end I did consider the Tiramisu but I was full to the rafters and couldn't squeeze any more in. Instead I pussied out with a glass of water and some Coffee Gelato. Finishing off dinner, my uncles and I were the last to leave the restaurant and with promises of seeing each other soon we parted ways and I entered my home to find that my once chocolate brown carpet was now replaced with a patchy beige one. Talking to the dog as though it understood me I stripped to my P.J's and curled up on the couch with the Missus and watched some naff TV before I realised I was, like the dog, falling asleep.
The following morning I was awoke with a kiss like no other I have received in the morning and something I would not opt for again. Then I did something shocking and totally awful. I went. *Gasp* No Bra. *Shriek* No Underwear. *Scream* Hair in a mess and with no make-up on ... I took the dog for a wee! Yes I have my own concrete patio but she is much a diva and will only poop and piddle on grass so after walking down the the other end of the street and back again I was please that no-one was up at 08:30am to see what a horrible mess I was. Spending the afternoon with my Grandma, Aunty and cousin from again my mothers side of the family I was slightly glad of the fact that the dog was not around my feet. And as I sit in my flat now I am also glad of this fact once more.
Mr. Warehouse returned shortly after it got dark on Saturday evening and good lord it was not soon enough. I did not mind looking after the mongrel but boy was she hard work. Pulling on her lead, not defecating where I wanted her too and whining constantly it made me completely re-evaluate my life both with and without a dog. You see, for a very, very, very long time I had wanted a dog of my own, something to cuddle and snuggle with, to practise being a parent to and for general company to come home to after a hard days work. When the nights are cold and long and dark and all you have is yourself and that half-bottle of wine in the fridge you really feel like having a little buddy their beside you. But now I know it is not that simple. You have to feed them, which I did successfully morning and night time. But then you have to walk them, again no problem. Brush them, OK slight hairy duty but not if I opted for a short-haired breed.
Don't get me wrong I loved having the puppy over, but it was alot of hard work. I think that I maybe need some more time before I open up my life and share my home with anyone, especially a furry four-legged friend of the dog variety. Maybe in a years time or so. But before all that I have a whole heap of travelling to do. And so brings me nicely round to my third holiday of the year ... Kavos with the Tweedles 2015! This time next week I will be writing to you from somewhere hopefully hot and with a cocktail nearby in Sunny Corfu.
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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