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| Whippet puppy: Five days old |
However, it’s over and one now and I have to stick with it
come hell or high water. I promised.
Somewhere along the line I voiced my wish that it would be great
to keep a puppy from the Wickedest Whippet’s latest litter. Never mind that we already
have four dogs. I actually said I wanted one.
And I said it in my boys’ hearing.
Stupid woman!
“Really Mum?” says my eldest; the one who came to watch the
puppies being born, the one who found the whole thing amazing, sickening and
fascinating and yucky all at the same time. “Can we really keep one?”
It was too late to backtrack and he said it with such
yearning and before I knew it I was tumbling back the years to when I longed
for a dog too.
I could feel it gnawing at my soul, and it hurt just like it
did then when I begged and cajoled my parents. When bliss for me was being left
alone to play with other people’s dogs on long Sunday afternoons when we went
round for interminably long lunches that drifted well into Drinks’ time.
Being the eldest child amongst my parents’ friends by some
years meant that when I was little the only companions who could actually play
with me invariably would be the dogs. Not that I complained.
And then there I was with my son looking at me with such longing. And I don’t know how but I agreed, and even got my husband to
agree, that if my eldest could demonstrate to us that he was mature enough to
look after a puppy then he could keep it.
This is now a MAJOR quest.
My eldest, aged 10, has to go from Zero to Hero in less than
two months. It is a massive ask. From lazy slug-abed living in a bombsite with
Lego IEDs littered everywhere, serious attitude problems especially when told
to do anything, incapable of getting from Point A to Point B without getting distracted or forgetting things to uber-organised
angel boy at home and school.
It’s impossible!
This is probably the greatest challenge in his life so far and I am terrified he won't be able to do it. But he wants it so badly. He is trying SO hard - getting it SO wrong but for all the right reasons.
He certainly gets up without a mumur in the morning to do a list of jobs from letting the dogs out to laying the table and even bringing me tea in bed - problem is he's doing it at 5.30am in the morning. A tad too early for me but I can't tell him off can I?
He is focussed at last, he is working so hard and I am praying that he'll succeed.
Oh please wish him luck!
6 comments:
Good Luck! I hope he succeeds. My mum said I could have a hamster if I sorted out our cats matted fur (she had got fat and couldn't clean it). I cut her fur off! Mum couldn't argue I hadn't done what she had asked and I did get the hamster, called Nibbles.
Helpful Mum - Oh Thank you! I thought your solution to the cat's fur was brilliant and I hope Nibbles was everything you wanted too!
It reminds me of my parents never letting us out of the house until after we had had breakfast. So when it snowed, my sisters and I would take them breakfast in bed at around 6am. It worked a few times before they rebelled - I think they were too tired to think straight the first couple of times!
It could well be the making of him! Fingers crossed :) But heheeee 5.30am? Ouch!
What? Another Wicked Whippet in your household? (Is there any kind of Whippet other than wicked?)
Well the lad is trying so hard. (Yes, I know; very trying.) But somehow, ten seems to be a bit of a charmed age — same as our grandson. I do hope that this works for him, even if it means a bit (more like a lot) of help.
Blessings and Bear hugs.
(Oh, yes; it's spring. I am back.)
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