GreenishLady

Originally Blogging the Artist's Way. Thoughts, musings, experience of the 12-week course, January to March 2006. And after that?.... Life, creativity, writing. Where does it all meet? Here, perhaps.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Sunday Scribbling - A Dog's Life

Over at Sunday Scribblings, this week's topic is the Inner Life of your Pet. I've enjoyed imagining what my dog's musings might be. Here goes with Trixie's first entry for Sunday Scribblings:





It’s too late for new tricks with me. Not that there ever was much in the way of tricks in my life. My lady has always had too much respect for me, treated me as a companion animal, not just a pet, and she seemed to know that, while I might have enjoyed the attention that goes along with being a show-dog, I wouldn’t have stood still to be examined by strange hands, and certainly wouldn’t have gone in the direction some rules said I should. So we lived our lives without all that brou-ha-ha, thank you very much. The grooming would have been pleasant…. No, the result of the grooming would have been nice – a silky coat down to the ground, a little velvet ribbon for my top-knot, but all that brushing and having to wear a coat all the time, with my hair wound into little piles. – No, thanks, not for me. I may be long in the tooth, but I still prefer a no-nonsense puppy-cut, that I can roll in the grass with, and not worry about picking up “stuff” too much. My lady gets it out for me, keeps me (relatively) clean. Neither of us really want to go overboard on the grooming. Tidy and clean does us both just fine.

These days – as you gathered – it’s just my lady and me. There was a time when there were men in my life, but not any more. They come visit, the young one and the old, and I’m always glad to see them, but when they go, I don’t notice their absence until I get a sniff of a shoe or something falls from the hot press with a familiar scent. It’s true there’s something pleasant about a man’s hand on your rump, and I used to enjoy the way he’d rub my ears, but I’ve learnt to live without, and me and my lady have pleasant tummy-rubbing moments. The old, when he comes – only once in a blue moon - always says “Hello, Trixie, how are you?” and I wag and wag (to let him know I’m fine), and he rubs my head, and gives a sigh. The young comes more often, but his greeting is a strange one. He asks “Is the rat still alive?” He calls me the rat, and pretends not to like me. It’s not my fault that I’m small. That’s the nature of my breed. And he should remember my puppy days, and all the puppy-cuddling he did when we first met. In fact (and this is a secret, a big secret) he does remember. When my lady’s watching TV, and he’s on the floor, making phone-calls to his girlfriend, he puts me on his lap, and idly rubs my back, and my head, over and back, gently, very gently. And I have heard him whisper my name. Now the secret’s out!

My name. Trixie. Seems silly for an old lady like me. It suited me as a pup, but sometimes I think I should claim my full title, now that I’m a grand-dame of 14 years. Lochokell Kirsty would be a more suitable name, I think. But then, I climb to the top of the garden, sit in the sunshine a bit, and think – Get over it, get over yourself, Girl. Trixie’s always been your name. Stick with it. So I will.

I don’t have much choice anyway. My lady would never call me anything else. We rub along fine, me and her. She spends a lot of time out of the house, but she makes sure there’s water and biscuit for me. Mind you, these days, I just sleep, to tell you the truth. Life is one long round of naps and feeds. I do amble from room to room, - rocking chair nap in the kitchen, couches in the study and living-room, cushion on the patio (if the sun’s shining), patch of carpet in the hallway, just at the bottom of the stairs. Those are my sleeping spots. Yes, I have an official bed. Yes, I even sleep in it sometimes, but mostly it’s whatever room my lady is in, I like to be there too. She has allowed me to sleep on her bed, and I don’t abuse the privilege, I can tell you. I really appreciate that, because for many years I was in the kitchen, and would have to make a very undignified racket to let them know if I wanted to go outside, but now, I only have to nudge her around the knees, and I can get to go out without having to so much as whine.

Life is good. There are times I wonder about those dogs that have freedom to wander about the street, and the idea of having puppies – what would it have been like? Sometimes, I wish I enjoyed traveling in the car, but I just can’t get past the idea that we were meant to move about on four legs, not four wheels. My world is a small one, but my life has been a good one, with no trauma to speak of, and I’ve always been loved. That is what counts. To love and be loved. And… I love my lady. She is my world. And I think I am a very important part of hers. Yes. Life is good.







What I might have looked like! Imagine! Supermodel material!




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22 Comments:

At 19/8/06 1:32 am, Blogger Becca said...

So wonderful, your Trixie's musings on the good life...and it seems she has had one! I'm reading this to my Magic and Molly for a bedtime story tonight.

Heartwarming and lovely post.

 
At 19/8/06 11:21 am, Blogger commongal said...

"We rub along fine". Lovely phrase.

Commongal, Henry and Larry

 
At 19/8/06 12:38 pm, Blogger FatCharlatan said...

I REALLY enjoyed reading this. You seem to have gotten into Trixie's head, and Trixie's voice shines through. Some of my favorites lines:

"I may be long in the tooth, but I still prefer a no-nonsense puppy-cut, that I can roll in the grass with, and not worry about picking up “stuff” too much."

"It’s true there’s something pleasant about a man’s hand on your rump, and I used to enjoy the way he’d rub my ears, but I’ve learnt to live without, and me and my lady have pleasant tummy-rubbing moments."

And I love the "secret" that Trixie reveals about the young man...I'm convinced animals might have better insights on us humans than we think.

This really is a lovely piece. Nice work!

 
At 19/8/06 2:28 pm, Blogger deirdre said...

Ah, a dogs life. :) I like the matter-of-fact musings in this.

 
At 19/8/06 3:59 pm, Blogger Michelle said...

This is just beautiful. I was touched by the description of your son's interaction with Trixie. My son does the same with our kitty, more or less.

 
At 19/8/06 8:16 pm, Anonymous tinker said...

Ah, Trixie still has a few tricks up her sleeve - what a well-written post!
My favorite line is where Trixie ponders "the idea of having puppies – what would it have been like?" Some issues are of interest to all species.
:-)

 
At 19/8/06 8:51 pm, Blogger Autrice DelDrago said...

Trixie sounds delightful! iloved reading her thoughts (her Lady is a talented writer!)

 
At 19/8/06 9:22 pm, Blogger Amber said...

Oh thi smade me laugh! Be sure to tell Trixie. ;)

I am thinking of getting a small dog, and I have been looking at Yorkies. This was fun to read.

:)

 
At 19/8/06 11:25 pm, Blogger Alexandra G said...

This was terrific!!! Trixie, you are a very good writer and I think you should submit something for publication- at the very least, you need your own blog!
And greenishlady, here is the delicious Carribbean Black Beans recipe (which is even better with Trader Joes mango or lime salsa on top-I'm sure traditional salsa would work just fine too!

1 1/2 cups chopped onions
3 pressed or minced garlic cloves
2 tblsp olive oil
1 tblsp grated ginger root
1/2 tsp dried thyme or 1 tsp fresh thyme
1/2 tsp ground all spice
3 16 oz cans or 4.5 cups drained black beans
3/4 cup fresh orange juice
salt /pepper to taste

Saute onions and garlic in the oil for 5 mins; add ginger, thyme, all spice, saute 5 more mins, stirring often. Stir in beans and o.j., cook on low heat for about 15 minutes, stirring occasionally until mixture thickens slightly. Mash some beans with back of spoon. Add salt and pepper to taste, Serve over RICE, topped with salsa flavor of your choice!
Bon Appetit!

 
At 20/8/06 1:06 am, Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

Trixie - It's amazing what you learn about owners when pets like you put paw to key-pad!! ;)

 
At 20/8/06 3:22 am, Blogger NuttersNotes said...

What a great take on the topic. Most have commented on the specifics. There is just so much in this post to like.

 
At 20/8/06 4:49 pm, Blogger Daisy Lupin said...

That was lovely it really sounded like Trixie speaking. I loved her speculating about being called by her full title.

 
At 20/8/06 7:29 pm, Blogger Ally Bean said...

Oh this is so good. Trixie sounds like she has four feet firmly planted on the ground. And so thought-filled!

 
At 20/8/06 7:30 pm, Blogger Roadchick said...

Lovely post - Miss Trixie has exactly the right amount of crochety mixed into her story, for a lady of her years!

 
At 20/8/06 7:36 pm, Anonymous BarBarA said...

GREAT story! I love Trixie! The super model photo at the end was so clever!

Thanks for stopping by my blog!

 
At 20/8/06 8:02 pm, Blogger GreenishLady said...

Just to let you all know, Trixie has taken Alexandra's advice and started a blog of her own at

http://trixiesdays.blogspot.com/

 
At 20/8/06 8:50 pm, Blogger wendylou who? said...

i have been to many a dog show, so that part, I loved. Trixie would hate being up on those grooming tables, head in a groomer "noose", hours upon hour. Its soul that counts in the first place(well, anywhere, that is but a dog show, or a beauty pagent..)

I also loved that she defends herself from being called rat!! With two terriers of my own... I cheered for her! It's just the nature of the breed.

Very nice.

 
At 20/8/06 9:41 pm, Blogger Tammy said...

HaHaHa My Maltese is VERY grateful I keep her cut because she would look the same. Love trixe's big heart and not taking offense at rat cracks.

 
At 20/8/06 10:42 pm, Blogger Ceebie said...

Glad to see Trixie now has her own space! I'm curious to see what she will write...

 
At 21/8/06 1:49 am, Blogger boliyou said...

Thanks for sharing Trixie with us. She's really a gracious grande dame.

 
At 21/8/06 5:07 am, Blogger Mardougrrl said...

What a beautiful dog! And I am amazed by the precise voice you captured here. I wanted Trixie to go on with her life's story! She's more interesting than some humans. ;)

Great job!

 
At 21/8/06 6:03 pm, Blogger TwilightSpider said...

What a wonderful story! And so fitting that a wise gal like Trixie should earn her own blog.

Thanks for visiting my blog!

 

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