“Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world,” he said wisely one day, “but people don’t know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen. I am going to try and experiment.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
I’m posting some of my much older images today as I’ve just not had the time to edit all my new ones. Mr T is off to hospital for a knee replacement operation today you see, he’ll be on crutches and a tad incapacitated for the next few weeks so we’ve both been trying to fit in all the little chores before he goes. Things like bottling our home-brewed lager and finally finishing off the painting of the last two deck chairs, important preparations for our Christmas holiday visitors.
All of the images posted today, I took while we lived in Mauritius. In an earlier version of this post, I wrote some sad things about the poor dogs in Mauritius but then deleted it because honestly there’s enough sadness in the world without me adding to it and I thought to tell you a happy story instead. The first image in the post is of an unknown dog whom I met at the beach one day and even though he is clearly under-nourished and wearing a kind of home-made collar much too big for him, I found his cavalier, devil-may-care attitude most appealing. The rest of the images are of O.D. (Outside Dog), a stray both Mr T and I fell in love with and were happily able to find a loving forever home for, before we left the island.
This image of O.D. staring at our front gate and post box in the days before he became an “inside dog”, is particularly poignant for me and symbolizes his longing for a forever home, as Mr T used to say “O.D. just wants to belong. To somebody, anybody.”
His two most prized possessions when he lived with us were; a small bath-towel that he slept on at our front door and a bright blue tick and flea collar we bought for him and which he wore proudly, as though it were a jewel encrusted crown. He didn’t ask for much that dog, just love and food and oh my gosh, did he savour his food. Eating slowly, chewing his food like a complete gentleman right down to the very last bite, always taking a biscuit so gently from my hand, no snapping or snatching, most odd for a dog who had known so many days of starvation and hostility in his short life.
The other dog in the triptych above, is Fibi, O.D’s best friend and lover (that is until we arranged for O.D. to have the big chop, sorry Odes). This is them having a mock/play fight, looks pretty serious but it’s all good fun and no biting, Fibi looks very pleased with herself, having managed to roll him head over heels in the dust.
Paddy and Ruby (my two furry monsters) taught O.D. to swim and these images are of him swimming in the sea for the very first time early one morning just as the sun was rising (cue for a song). I was so proud of him that day.
O.D. now Odie, lives in Mauritius with Curly, his pug fur brother and Shirish, his human and they will all love each other forever and live happily ever after. The End
Back in 10 minutes (metaphorically speaking) with a new post and up to date images.
P.S. Please send Mr T positive vibes and happy thoughts for an event free operation and a speedy recovery. Ah to be sure, he’ll be bouncing me up and down on his bionic knee before we know it. May have to lose a few pounds first though. I really crack myself up.