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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Friday, May 18, 2012
I had a look out to see if there was any easing of the rain. I stood at the door watching it hissing down. And I saw movement in the field.
A soaked little figure was making her way up, coat plastered to her, tail high.
Xena had got out, and no doubt had been after rabbits. In she came, grinning, with tail wagging, splashing me with rainwater. "I had a good time!"
Xena is 14 now, and I seriously doubt that she could run down even a lazy rabbit. What she can do is lurk at a rabbit burrow, waiting for her prey. (Although I must admit the effect is a little spoiled by her tendency to break into heavy panting with excitement and anticipation.) At least she can still strike terror into a bunny,and maybe that is satisfaction enough.
I got her in, and dried. The tail kept wagging. "That was a good day!"
Many more good days for Xena, I hope.
Rabbits have always loomed large in her life. And when she was younger, in her diet.