So on and on the story goes…
M flew out to visit his parents yesterday morning. We had to be up at 4:45 in order to get him to the Airport for 6 am check-in. Not a hard feat but, all the same, I would have prefered to have been in my pit for a little longer. The journey to the airport was its usual run and nothing new, however, as soon as we arrived the rain started. M does not like flying at the best of times and in bad weather, he hates it. The disabled assistance at the airport is my saviour, I handed him over to the company and from that point, they look after him for the duration of his journey, at the other end they collect his baggage and hand him over to his friend, thus no worries for me. I returned home well after sunrise in torrential rain. I was not aware that a so-called Indian summer included monsoon rainfall.
The rain, it never stops, but I do have places to go! Dog walking, a rather wet affair, the girls were not too impressed in the end, well, I say the girls, I really mean Harper, she is not a lover of rain, however, the pup carried on like it was a normal thing, a Springer is only at home digging in the dirt.
I finally managed to get out and get some groceries, and of course the obligatory treats for the hounds. But then the day seemed to grind to a halt, constant rain battered the windows and a feeling of being lost in my home started to consume me. I needed something to do that I could relax with, yet my mind became vacant of all thoughts relating to that. I have a mountain of things I will be doing whilst M is away, but I really wanted to try and relax over the weekend. The mind-numbing silence was broken only by the persistent squeaks from the dogs’ toys. Then the inevitable, the squeaking stopped and the deafening sound of silence was all consuming. My only solace, Spotify! However, even the throws of death metal indispersed with softer rock started to invade my physical space. Finally, M called and a sense of normality prevailed, at least for a short while.
The Last Night of the Proms was on TV, as I have always watched it, last night was no exception, thus I opened a beer, sat on the floor so the animals could claim the sofa as their domain and mentally transported myself to the Royal Albert Hall amongst the throng of the Prommers. But as with everything, it is all over too soon and my bed called to me.
The night was filled with the dogs cuddling up to me, or a more precise description would be lying on me, and Mazikeen feeling it appropriate to rest her very hairy neck and face across my nose and mouth, rendering breathing an impossibility. A massive bed devoid of souls on M’s side. This was a new fresh hell to add to my continuing saga. Finally, they relented and let me sleep until 5:20 when it became toilet time for the pup. Deep joy enveloped me having to drag my carcase out of a warm bed to stand naked in the cold of the hall whilst she did her pee, the rain still pouring and the winds whipping everything. I managed only to stay in bed then until 7:30 when the dogs had finally decided it was time to rise.