Tuesday, 16 October 2012

16 October 2012 ~ ROSIE; A GREAT IDEA


16 October 2012 ~ ROSIE; A GREAT IDEA
 



It started out as just an idea.  We were moving to a new town and the kids were already starting to get upset at not “ever” being able to see their friends again; oh, the agony of it all!  So my wife, Jane, and I thought it might be a good idea to get a dog; an Irish Setter.  We had one in the early years of our married life, back in England, when kids weren’t even on the distant horizon.  Her name was Holly and she emigrated from England with us and we loved her.
So, the idea turned in to an internet search.  And the digital trail took us all across Ontario, Canada to a small town called Clinton, ironically just a short drive by Canadian standards; and that is where Rosie was born.  And that is where our idea became a reality; this little vulnerable bundle of red with a tail like a rat.
The idea of getting another Irish Setter was never in ‘the cards’ after we bade farewell to Holly because that hurt; she was the first family member for Jane and me.  Yes, dogs are family members in my book.  I am not detracting from cats or hamsters or any other of God’s creatures.  But show me a dog and I can show you a natural bond.  It doesn’t matter how short you throw the stick, your budgie isn’t going to fetch it again and again and again.
Our children grew up with Rosie and Rosie grew up with our children.  Rosie’s personality was as effervescent as any other healthy, happy dog.  But my goodness, her character!  Those that knew Rosie know all about her character.  My children learned a lot about character from Rosie and so did I.  Personality is who you are, but character is what you are.  Some people are known to have a split personality but you never hear about a split character.  Character is being afraid but doing it anyway; like barking your objection at a stranger whilst making a run for it behind the couch.  Like ripping up the Thanksgiving decorations (probably because there were no tissues available) in protest for being left alone one Sunday morning and knowing there’ll be hell to pay when everyone returns.  Character is spirit and Rosie’s spirit was not to be broken; not that we ever tried.  If ripping up tissues was the main vice of her character then so be it; and so it was, right up to as recently as this month.  As much as her back legs gave her such pain it would not deter Rosie from scrambling up the stairs to check out all rooms for tissues whenever left alone, no matter how brief.  I adored Rosie’s character; fearless but afraid, stubborn but unconditionally loving, pureness within mischief, honest deceit.  There was certainly some fiery Irish blood coursing through the veins of this red haired wonder. Unleashed, she could outrun the wind itself.  What a sight it was; her beautiful red ‘feathers’ from her ears to the end of her tail just flying in her wake.
I know dogs bark at cars and even sometimes chase said cars, but Rosie is the only dog I am aware of that actively pursued cars vigorously whilst being a passenger in one!  It was hilarious; for a short time there we actually had to use a collar and leash on her, while she was in the vehicle, for her safety and ours.  But, like the tissues, she never really gave it up; at least she toned it down enough.
If you’ve never had the joy, and pain, of having a dog as a companion then you may not understand why tears are flowing right now; and that my nose hasn’t run like this since I was but a child myself.  So if you’re even the least bit curious, I highly recommend these three books because these authors are professional writers and I am not. 
  • The Art of Racing in the Rain ~~~ Garth Stein
  • A Dog's Purpose ~~~ W. Bruce Cameron
  • Marley & Me: Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog ~~~ John Grogan
These writers will take you on a journey that every dog owner already knows; the journey of joy and love and frustration and pathetic helplessness at one’s own yearning to make your faithful friend better again.  The aching wont of not being able to tell your friend how grateful you are to have been a part of such an amazing experience of unconditional and non-judgemental love.  Oh, what an absolutely great idea our Rosie was.  You need to read these three books.
Today I had to let the idea go.  Today, whilst our caring vet and my wife and one of my now adult children and me were in tears but at her side, we had to let Rosie go to sleep.  But I’m not sure if I will sleep so well on this night.  Already, my home is too big without her.
My heart, though, is so full of her love and my memories of her that it feels like it is too full and fit for bursting.  Rosie was the best idea ever. 

Tuesday, 2 October 2012

2 October 2012 ~ ALL IN GOOD TIME; 1, 2…

2 October 2012 ~ ALL IN GOOD TIME; 1, 2…



Apparently the time is now.  As a young lad, when my mum would tell me to do something, she usually meant now.  Of course there were also times when the time isn’t now; it’s right now.  I learned a lot as a child.
Sometimes, I think it was to ensure I wasn’t lost in some sort of space-time continuum, assistance would be offered to encourage me in the pursuit of doing something now, or right now.  It involved the counting of numbers; but hearing the number ‘three’ was usually followed swiftly by some form of adult vocabularic verbage that didn’t involve numbers.  It was more like suggestively violent, ‘out-loud’ thoughts.
I can recall that old “you can’t leave the table until you’ve finished your dinner” parenting rule; and also wishing we had a dog.  Time, as a child, was of no consequence unless you were sitting alone at the dinner table with about three brussel sprouts on a plate to keep you company.  Interestingly enough, as an adult I have noticed that after a ‘few drinks’ I can pretty much eat things that I would normally not eat.  Now I am not saying that we should slip a few shots in to our kids’ but, in the pursuit of science, it would be an interesting finding if youngsters had a glass or three of wine at the dinner table and then you hear “Blimey, those brussels look a bit good.  Can you pass some over here please, dad?”
For me, time, as a child, was measured by my stomach and the street lights.  If my stomach growled then it was probably meal-time and if the lights came on it was time to be home.
Today, as a fifty-plus adult, I rely on digital time in many different time zones because of the nature of my work.  I rely on electronic prompts to do this and to do that because of the nature of my memory.
Oh, and I don’t think that, as parents, we ever employed the “you can’t leave the table…” rule.  Maybe the suggestive violence; but just a little!  But now my kids are adults in their own right; in fact my son, Martin, is bigger than me so I daren't talk back to him now.
Time flies and times have changed!