On Saturday, the 22nd September 2007, poor willow took a fit, which wasn't one of her mild ones. It luckily it only lasts for an hour, and she pants for 15 minutes after, then fall asleep. I feel so sorry for her, okay for humans, but do dogs know what is happening. I knew something was going to happen, because she was close to me more often than usual, sleeping on my bed when she usually sleeps on spare one. Think due to my heater blanket on constantly, it's far too hot for both dogs. I remember when willow was made, Moss shagging poor Sheba outside Woolworth shop, but think it's rather stupid, if dog in heat, leaving it outside a shop in middle of high street. Moss has known Sheba for years, and to make sure he got his end away, she got caught again outside Safeways 3 days later. So think Moss was just making sure she is pregnant. All pups were black and white, except for one which had a touch of brown on her coat. All dogs were taken. But no one wanted the brown one, so I decided to take her and look after her, and it was the best choice I have done, except for keeping Moss of course. Moss and Willow get along together so well. Where would Willow and I be without Moss? He does wear the trousers in house though, but I don't mind. Strange how life happens, I believe so strongly Willow was meant for me. I suffered epilepsy when I was young, stopped when I reached my 20's, bit strange. So I can understand what Willow is going through. What I feel really freaky about is, if someone took her, and they weren't a great dog lover, she would have been swapped her around with different owners or not bothered, worse still someone might have put her down. That brings me to tears, and I can't thank God, (or whoever was watching over her and myself), enough for given Willow to me, I thank them every night. What really upsets me is that I have or maybe had this friend who turned and said to me "Trust you to pick the one with the fit", I was just about to knock his head off, "You really think it would make any difference to me". Then it became "Poor Zena", he said Och! I told him to f*** off, there is no poor me. Humans are so self important, feel sorry for me, gets on my nerves "It's Poor Willow, and I wish I can do more for her to help", so I replied back, in a raised voice and mad as ever, "Trust you and wife to give birth to someone handicapped, poor youj", "But it's a human, not a dog", he said I am just at this point picturing the baseball bat over his head, he just did not get the picture,  Another saying I can't stand, it sounds, slack, sounds like a farmer with 99p short of a Pound, sounds like an inbred simple local farmer, or whole picnic Accessories short of a picnic basket, and he said it me also "The runt of the pack", or was it "Runt of the family", whatever, Sounds similar to an inbred, simple short farmer. I also can't stand were people called female dogs 'bitches', well why don't we all call male human Homo Habilis, reason may be we all hoped to have moved on.  I love Moss and Willow, however or whatever they turn out like. If someone needs help with dogs on epilepsy there is contact details, look on bar of charities soon. Just found out the guy whom I was talking to has bowel cancer, and I do feel for him but I was so much wanting to say,"Trust your wife to .............................". No stop there, not good idea, eh!!! Tempting!!!!  I know that is going too far. But nobody in this world can have full control on the future, we can try our best to avoid, but if it's for you it won't go by you. I believe so strongly that him upstairs, our follower or whatever we believe in, thought to himself that the best person for Willow was me. I feel so grateful and would not have it any other way. |