“When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always.’”
~ Rudyard Kipling; The Jungle Book
Finally we are home.
Harry Dog was overjoyed to see us when we arrived back at the farm, and has not let us out of his sight ever since.
When I took a walk in the garden yesterday afternoon, to check on how things have fared since we’ve been gone, Harry followed me everywhere.
He kept staring at me with this look in his eyes.
Don’t leave me again, Mum.
He has gone backwards and forwards between Ben and I since the moment we first walked through the door, nudging us with his nose and licking us madly. When he sits beside us he sits right on top of us, pressing his body against any part of us he can reach.
This morning Harry was right on my feet as I meditated, but now he’s at the door, looking back at me.
Come on, Mum. Come on, Dad. Cafe time!
I’m sure you understand. I can’t write more. It’s been weeks since Harry had a walk on the beach and breakfast at his favourite cafe. We can’t keep him waiting.
Cafe Dog must have his outing! I’m still on a limited diet, but that’s not important. Family time and our old routines, that’s what matters today.
And soon, we think, it will be time to find a new puppy brother or sister for Harry. Even though he was well taken care of I don’t ever want Harry to be alone and without family again.
See you tomorrow!
Biggest love and hugs from Nicole and her happy dog, Harry! ❤ xoxo