Posted by Nicky Smith Sat, October 20, 2018 21:43:17
So, I have been away from writing for quite some time. The bit of my brain where the creative juices flow from has sort of been bypassed then turned off of late. I wasn't too worried about it because what's the point in worrying about something that you cannot control?
There are a few writing projects that are sat unfinished in the background and to be honest I don't know if they ever will be. My passion for them has dwindled but I wont try to force a finish or quick completion on any of it but instead will move forwards just putting the proverbial pen to paper as and when I feel like it.
As I sit here clattering away at the keyboard I am beginning to realise though that the tension release and relaxation that comes from such a simple task has indeed been sorely missed so I will make an effort to stay away from the dead head TV that has taken up my evenings over the past few months and at least sit in front of the keyboard for a while every now and then to see if anything is ready to fall out.
Life is a strange old game and mine has changed a great deal over the past year or so. Somehow, and I am still not quite sure how, I have ended up with two very strange and a little bit broken dogs. One is a mad cockerpoo (supposedly) puppy that's fast coming up on a year old and the other is a 4 maybe 5ish year old Pug that is so ugly he is beautiful. Seriously he has a face for radio that only a mother could love. These pair of mad sods are individually a little lets say quirky. The cockerpoo is terrified of anything else that moves which makes for most interesting walks and the pug is a rescue that spent his life up until hitting the jackpot coming here where he lives in a lap of luxury that leaves me envious at times living outside. Because of this upon arrival he was used to just using whatever particular area that took his fancy as a toilet.
Anything was fair game. That nice new colourful rug? I can add more a little bit more colour to that. Your favorite walking boots...he took actually peeing inside of those as a personal challenge which was particularly impressive when you take into account the logistics of the height issue and last but not least taking a most offensive smelling dump that could lay waste to entire countries in whatever room my wife seemed to be residing in at the time.
Add to that the fact that he decided that any flat surface within the house was fair game to jump up onto, wipe his nose clean on then shed his entire body weight in dog hair that instantly become entwined into the very fabric that the surface is made of left us wondering if we had made the right choice in bringing him home.
So the pair of them alone were both a bit broken but since we have paired them up they are genuinely helping each other out. When we are walking the old hand pug looks at the daft youngster that's terrified of everything and just does whatever the doggy equivalent of tutting is and she looks at him and calms down. She the young pup shows the uncouth mid life crisis old fogey where the humans of the house would prefer him to defecate so it's turning into a win win all round.
He's a bit of a git though. You know how we all had that one friend growing up that would suggest doing all sorts of really naughty stuff and make you feel like it was a really good idea but somehow always stood there doing nothing wrong with a look of disbelief at what you were up to when a grown up showed up catching you red handed...that's the pug. The poor bloody cockerpoo gets roped into all sorts of naughtiness via the pugs underhanded tactics then gets caught right in the act just as you walk past while he sits there with a look of total disbelief at what is transpiring in front of his eyes! The look on his face is sort of combined with a partial shrug of the shoulders that implies “I know! I told her not to do it but she just would not listen to me...kids eh!”
As you can imagine even though I have been a bit quiet of late I have had my hands full but life is for living people, walk away from the electronics from time to time and do something you have had on your list for an age. Stay up late once in a while because it is ok to be tired every now and then because who the hell wants to look back in their last moments and think “I wish I had done that”
But for the love of God do not get two broken dogs under the same roof in quick succession because you will never ever be able to put a pair of shoes on again without sniffing them first “just to make sure” while one of them sits across the room watching you do it with a smug look on his face.