Photography is more than a hobby for me. It’s a constant companion, a passion in a world I can’t touch. It gives me solace. – Dan Case
I did consider writing about photography this week but felt it was more appropriate to talk about Deefer. As regular readers will know several months ago we had to take a very difficult decision with Rooney our Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.
Our other Cavalier, Deefer, as far as we can tell, hasn’t really missed him. In many ways I’m not surprised, because, although Rooney was younger, he sort of bossed Deefer. (have you got the name yet?).
Deefer will be 10 in October, has the same birthday as me, so he’s somewhat of an old man. Old age has crept up on him, and he’s become very deaf (selective I sometimes think) but his sense of smell is still as strong as it ever was. At night he can sniff the hedgehogs and foxes from far away.
When we go out at night, first thing he does is get that nose in the air, depending on what he smells we either go up the hill, or if the smell is particularly good from downhill that’s the way we go. In other words Deefer takes me a for a walk, not the other way round.
I’m convinced dogs are on a higher plane than us and have mastered the art of telepathy. How do you explain the way I will start thinking about taking him for a walk and within minutes he’s there sitting looking at me with those big brown eyes, ready to go. Or the doggy chocolate drops. How do I know he wants some? It’s not just me, he gets fed around 5pm. At 4:30 he’s there boring into my wife’s eyes with that intensive stare he has. Although my wife tries to ignore him she’s conscious all the time that he’s there staring at her. Just willing her to get up and feed him.