Bit of this
Whippet is in melt down. I am hell bent on a walk down to see the river in flood. He gets slower and slower the nearer we get. When he realizes that there is water every which way he is not happy. Here is a dog that dances around a 2 inch puddle. Was paralyzed with fear when he slipped of a plank into a bit of water. And he has had the indignity of being picked up and carried after refusing point blank to move last time this bit was underwater. He has not forgotten. Oh the delight that registers when he realises that we can walk back the way we came. Whippet is a bit of a whimp.
Bit of that
Somethings just fetch up in life when least expected. Whippet is a case in point.
When I am down in the dumps i go for a bike ride. On this day I was howling my eyes out over the loss of my son. And in particular that in-between finishing one lot of treatment and relapsing (a whole 8 months!) he had to go into hospital for a completely unrelated minor procedure. I had never bawled about this before and haven't since but that day it all seemed so unfair. Half way home I come across a lady, who I had never met before, walking 2 whippets. Me and the bike stop and enter into a chin wag. (even in my darkest hours I am always on the look out for a bit of diversion) On and off I had been umming and arring about getting another dog. We discuss the pros and cons of whippets and I wonder about whippet rescue. Waiting list as long as your arm she says. I am just getting on the bike when she looks up and says "actually I have a little whippet i am running on to show, but I can't as he doesn't make the grade". Well it transpires that whippet didn't made the grade for exactly the same reason that I was bawling about half an hour earlier. But the biggest joke of all was that when I came to write the cheque for him, I had to make it payable to a "Mr A Pain". And believe it or not I used to call Andrew my little Mr A pain. On account of his sheer will and bloody determination. He was so determined to go to the school fete he rallied long enough to be spoilt by all and sundry, eat an enormous ice cream, and kick my shins because I wouldn't take him to Toys R Us at 5 in the afternoon. Telling me he love all of us even although sometimes it didn't look like it. He crashed that night and died holding my hand the next day.
I think that whippet was sent from heaven. What whippet thinks remains to be seen.