Our neighbour has a Jack Russell puppy.
She lives in a small farmhouse at the bottom of our lane and loves to play with chickens and lambs, cats and kittens in her busy barnyard.
Adventures and invitations to chase, abounding.
Her name is Dahlin’ which makes for a little confusion when she stays with us because that’s what my Blue Eyed Cowboy and I call each other.
“Dahlin’, sit!” I’ll say.
Hubs looks over from his desk,
“Huh?”
“Not you darling, the puppy Dahlin’!”
We love her and for the short spurts of time we look after her our house rings with the joyful endearment.
The very sight of her obeying a simple command is good for the soul.
At five months old she came to visit over Christmas and went frantic helping us wrap our presents. She was furiously pulling and scrabbling at rolls of paper in the black bag and excitedly ripping them into strips…
“Her very favourite thing to do,” her owner said when I sent her photos.
Dahlin’ was the perfect walking companion, at the other end of her pink harness and lead she led the way into the woods. When we came upon one of our small picnic tables on a ridge she clambered up and gave me a quizzical look,
“Well? Are you going to take a picture or not?”
Absolutely irresistible.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
