Trixie found a baby mouse,
Scared it half to death and watched it quiver,
Hunched over its fear.
Bored, she stretched and let me take it,
Put it on the sill in the quiet sun.
No sport in babies, she said,
Let it grow.
Then we’ll see.
Finbar found a toad,
He’s good at that.
He never sees the pheasants or the hares,
Or any largish prey.
He hunts toads.
At night, they lumber from the ditch
Climb the banks and hunker down
Among the brambles.
Finbar spots them,
Overcomes his fear and pounces,
Perhaps because he is on a lead
And knows we’ll hold him back
So he’ll not take any harm.
Still, he finds toads for us,
Even if we choose to leave them be.
Ninnie hunts cobwebs
And dog biscuit.
She finds lots of both.
Life is good, she says,
When there’s a barn and an attic,
And the dog biscuit tub
doesn’t close properly.
While I’m waiting for the Finch Books site to go live, and to stop myself from going completely barmy, here’s a Finbar post. The last six months have seen such a change in his behaviour I’m still not used to it.
In the six years he’s been with us he has been bitten, chased and bullied by other dogs, culminating in a very nasty attack by a Weimeraner that almost punctured his lung and got him 20 stitches in his right flank.
He became very wary of all dogs, and had a tendency to get his retaliation in first if ever another male dog approached with remotely ambiguous intentions. Letting him off his lead became a nerve-racking experience. Would he just scare the daylights out of the other dog or trample it to death? I even bought him a muzzle so he could practice running around with other dogs without biting their backsides when he caught them. It didn’t work. He just pulled the muzzle off with his outsize claws.
Then he met Congo.
Congo is a Weimeraner, big and bouncy, and as far as Finbar was concerned, a serial biter. At first he would freeze and refuse to go a step further when he saw Congo. Then the penny dropped. Congo liked him. And when he ran after Congo, it was Congo who was scared. That was at the beginning of the summer and since then they have been best friends. Congo is big enough not to fall over when Finbar barges him, and not fast enough to ever beat him in a race. It has given him so much confidence that he even invites other dogs to play with him and doesn’t have to be put on his lead every time another dog looks sideways at him.
Last week we met Papou. A galgo from the same awful hole near Seville that Finbar was rescued from.
Papou is nearly twelve but he still enjoys a short 40 mph sprint. Galgos aren’t demonstrative dogs unless something winds them up. Then they lose it completely and have so much fun they end up doing themselves an injury. One reason Papou doesn’t encourage Finbar who is younger and stronger to chase him. Papou is sensible.
Finbar and Papou hanging
and just doing what dogs do.
It might not seem like much, for a dog to go out for a walk without being constantly on the look out for trouble, but it’s a big step forward for Finbar and makes me feel happy for him. Maybe soon we’ll be able to think about adopting that friend for him.