Eddy Jackson MBE

Border Terrier puppy hunting 

DOG NEWS

The thoughts of Isla a three-month-old Border Terrier puppy in a new home.

Debbie, an English friend, living in France, said on her recent visit here that it is stupid giving animals’ voices. I refrained from my usual quick retort and said nothing. Diplomacy! I did not want to jeopardize a planned visit to Indre-et-Loire next summer. However, in a literary thought to myself, my imagination projected Disney’s movies personification and anthropomorphism of animals - Bambi, One Hundred and One Dalmatians, Black Beauty, and Santa Claus’s reindeer? What is your view, dear reader?

Enough, here is today’s diary. Those animated and lively grandchildren visited specially to see me! The real motive was to give their mother and father a rest after another tough week in the office, or mountains wherever they work.

Isla the Border Terrier puppy by the compost in a garden

The next day after their visits, being tired and exhausted I sleep a lot more.

Like my owners, these toddlers have a zest for life. Being infants, they have the same basic sensory needs as me – touch, smell, sight, feel, hearing, and an awareness for proprioception – running, jumping, twisting, and turning. What laughter and fun we have, but they can never catch me? I dart under the bushes and have secret passages that come out behind them. Plus, I am a lot quieter. They giggle and laugh all the time.

Do you know what? Puppies and young children are related; they have a deep sense of fun and laughter.

Fortunately, we are a rules-based community. The owners have set up a regime that they did not use on their children. These grandchildren must treat me kindly, be gentle, and respect my private sleeping and eating places.

When they go, they are adorable and twee, gently stroking me, saying goodbye and saying see you Thursday. That is another instalment.

An infant in a sandpit watched by a Border Terrier puppy

When they leave, I had the place to myself and search for the wild things that live by the compost and behind the sheds.

I am three months old today. In the brief time since leaving Stirlingshire, I have changed, grown, matured, and become more confident in myself. What a difference a month makes!

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