Gerry
01-31-2008, 08:20 PM
We weren't long home when I went out with a juicy marrow bone for Toby.
The gale had blown the ice balls along the ground until they reached
any obstacle that lay in their path. The wind screen of my car had a
thick crust on it. The fence to the side of the house once cedar red
was now crstal white.The dark green heavy plastic kennel was barely
recognisable under the thick layer of white.
With it's position being tucked into the shelter of the chimney breast
it was the idea place for this white blanket to come to rest en mass.
I look around the corner at the opening to the kennel and was expecting
to find him a shivering wreck. I was feeling guilty sitting coocooned
in my well heated home.
But there he was curled up in a ball deep inside his comfy kennel resting
of that disgarded luxury pillow that had seen the end of it's days in
the home. I stroked his thick black sleek fur and could feel just how warm
dry and cosy he was. Even the sight of a juicy bone didn't tempt him to uncurl.
I just placed his treat inside the lip of the kennel and he gratefully accepted
it, just as long as it wasn't a bribe to go back up that hill again today.
By Gerry Temple
Copyright January 2008
The gale had blown the ice balls along the ground until they reached
any obstacle that lay in their path. The wind screen of my car had a
thick crust on it. The fence to the side of the house once cedar red
was now crstal white.The dark green heavy plastic kennel was barely
recognisable under the thick layer of white.
With it's position being tucked into the shelter of the chimney breast
it was the idea place for this white blanket to come to rest en mass.
I look around the corner at the opening to the kennel and was expecting
to find him a shivering wreck. I was feeling guilty sitting coocooned
in my well heated home.
But there he was curled up in a ball deep inside his comfy kennel resting
of that disgarded luxury pillow that had seen the end of it's days in
the home. I stroked his thick black sleek fur and could feel just how warm
dry and cosy he was. Even the sight of a juicy bone didn't tempt him to uncurl.
I just placed his treat inside the lip of the kennel and he gratefully accepted
it, just as long as it wasn't a bribe to go back up that hill again today.
By Gerry Temple
Copyright January 2008