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This is Wispy. She arrived first as Frosty's insurance policy. I
saw her when attending the open day of Dogline, our local dog
re-homing service run by Sue York. She was very nervous. Her
mother had been re-homed easily but Wispy, who had never worked,
had spent two years tied to her kennel in the farmyard and, I
suppose, had learnt to relate only to whoever gave her her dinner.
People were a dangerous unknown at which one barked from a
distance. At Sue's request I went to talk to her [She was tied to
the aga in the kitchen while the public were there and so had no
option but to submit]. I went home and, thinking about her and
also that Frosty was on pills and borrowed time due to a bad heart
murmur, I thought that perhaps I should take the little waif. Then
I thought, 'No, Frosty is going to go on for years on her pills.'
And I dismissed the thought. But when I went to bed, I couldn't
sleep for the superstitious fear that counting on Frosty's survival
would hasten her end
['Never count your
chickens or the fox is
sure to gobble them
up' is my only
superstition. I was so
worried because I
could not unthink my
rash thought that I
decided the only way
to undo it was to say
I'd have Wispy. So I
did and Frosty managed
another year. |
