Today I became a dog owner again. For two whole hours!
Gareth and I were walking home this afternoon and as always I was commenting on every cute hound that went by and whinging, "I wish we could have a dog."
Two minutes later an orangey ball of fur whizzed across the road, narrowly dodging a bus.
There was no owner in sight. She just trotted along, pausing to pee on tyres. She was only a wee puppy and I had visions of her pancaked under a truck. Gareth chased her down the hill and managed to call her over. A tag hanging from her glittery pink collar said her name was Fudge. I called the phone number but there was no answer. So what else could we do? We left a message and carried her home.
And gave her a drink of water.
Then she dived onto the couch and nosed around in the cushions.
She poked her nose into the vegetable box.
Then examined the fridge.
And howled as Gareth played her some tunes.
She was so very cute. And so very stinky. And whiny. And yappy. I'd forgotten how high maintenance puppies are compared to slow and independent old hounds.
After awhile she calmed down and was content to wander round the flat. It was kinda nice having her around, the quiet pad of her feet and the constant snuffling of her wee nose.
But then there was a new sound. Crunch crunch crunch. She'd helped herself to a carrot from the vegie box and was scarfing it down, dirt clods and all!
Needless to say shortly after all that fibre, she was whining by the door. We made a makeshift leash out of string and took her outside. It's not often you pick up someone's shit after you've only known them half an hour.
Her grateful owner came home from work and discovered Fudge had escaped again. I handed over the hound and was happy to see them reunited, but now I'm feeling quite bereft. A carrot-eating canine would have been ideal for our pseudo-vegetarian household.
But we'd gotten too cosy too quick, already calling her "Fudgster" and "Fudgo". Gareth had even gone round to the corner shop and bought a tin of Pal Puppy Food (with Beef and Poultry!) just in case she had to stay late. I guess we're sorted for dinner then.