The Gypsy and The Giant: My Life with Longdogs
What is it like to live in a small town with a couple of longdogs? Especially one that can lick your chin without taking his feet of the floor.......
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Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Chocolate Drop
Dogs aren't supposed to eat chocolate. It's got some chemical in it that is poisonous to them so no matter how much they look like they want it, don't be tempted. Having said that, during Kizzy's first Christmas with us I was hiding a lot of presents up in my study. Some of them were from my family and already wrapped so I didn't know what was in them. After coming back from the shops one day I wasn't greeted at the front door by the usually exuberant Kizzy, instead all was deadly quiet. Suspicious, I called her name and she slunk out from her bed in the kitchen looking very guilty indeed. I had a scout round downstairs and couldn't find anything amiss, but still Kizzy was slinking around with her head down, so I went upstairs only to find what could only be called carnage - a mess of wrapping paper and half chewed cardboard and, no kidding, two empty boxes of Thornton chocolates! All the next day I was waiting for the upset stomach that should have followed after a such a binge, but got nothing. That little gypsy's dog has got guts of steel. The trouble is, having tasted the forbidden fruit, she is obsessed by its existence and desperate to eat more. You can't unwrap a bar of Cadbury's without her appearing from nowhere looking half starved and forlorn. The breaking open of the Christmas Truffles last night prompted her instant arrival, the laying of her head on my knee and the sad look of the last dog to be picked up by the Dogs Trust. Every truffle I ate prompted a long minute of staring and then a slow drip of saliva onto my leg. After watching me eat, Kizzy started keening in the back of her throat and tapping me with her nose. But I have nerves of steel and eventually she gave up and went back to her bed. Whilst all this was going on I hadn't noticed that my sugar addicted husband had been eating two truffles for every one of mine and when I went in for my final truffle I found the packet......empty.
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Ten years on, and me, the Longdoglad and Kizzy are still enjoying the snow (Longdoglad has grown a bit!)
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