Tonight’s blog is dedicated to Rocco the Inspirational Three-Legged Labrador. Readers, Rocco is no longer with us, and never again will we see him lolloping along down by the river, laughing his big laugh and rolling on his back.
Rocco was, and remains, a true inspiration to us all. Life is a complete bitch at times, whether you’re human or canine, and the choices are to curl yourself up into a ball and never get up to face another day, or to roll with it. Having your back leg amputated has to be about as grim as it gets for a dog, so which path did Rocco choose? Give up and go under? No, Friends. Rocco smiled and laughed, and lolloped his wonderful lollop on long walks at the river, making everyone smile with him. Rocco lived for two fabulous years on his three legs, and only the discovery of another mass this week has meant it is time for him to lie on the big field in the sky, waving his three paws around for ever more.
We can all learn something from Rocco. However bad life is, however awful, find something that makes you smile and just enjoy the simplest of things. Sleep well, dear Rocco, and thank you for all the times you warmed our day.
Readers, I feel that Lad has some things in common with Rocco. Lad, too, had a bit of a time of it back in the day, and life was Very Hard. Lad didn’t stay under life’s duvet and refuse to face it. Just like Rocco, he marched on with bits missing or not working properly, and as well as being a Royal Pain in the Bum at times, Lad worked very hard and has nailed those hideous GCSEs. All that tedious revision and throwing pens across the floor in temper has paid off, and Lad is quite deservedly out at that party tonight to celebrate. Of course he had to sit through a lecture before he went, about Sensible Behaviour and Drink/Drugs/Girls and such like, but finally Lad escaped and has gone to let his hair down. I’m very proud of Lad, and will sleep on his bed with him when he gets back tomorrow.
Results Day didn’t start well for Lad, as She went bouncing in with the laptop at 8.50am, taking him a cup of tea and pulling his curtains, so that Lad could wake up and look at his results. Instead, Lad was cross and shouted “the results don’t go online until 10am,” turned over and went back to sleep. I went and had a cuddle with him to comfort him from the stress of being woken up an hour early. This sort of thing annoys me, too.
Anyway. It was a busy sort of day after that, and Young Lad was made to hoover upstairs so that he was Pulling His Weight. Young Lad did a good job of the hoovering and even remembered to carry it back downstairs and put it in the cupboard – this is unusual. Well done, Young Lad. As a treat he was taken to Costalotta for a plate of toast and a glass of tap water – this is known as splashing out.
I had a lovely walk at the river and bumped into a lot of friends, including Rocco’s Pack Leader who was down there with her family. We stopped for a long chat, and although I was keen to move on, I have enough emotional intelligence to realise that this couldn’t be rushed. I pride myself on my empathy.
In other news, the greengage tree that hangs over into our garden is in full fruit, and there are lots of greengages on the lawn. I eat them for a snack, and then get moaned at because what I deposit in my comfort breaks is full of greengage stones. Well how is it my fault that these things don’t break down? And in actual fact it made life a whole lot easier for her today, because I had a comfort break up the hill while She was at the bottom, so She had to stomp all the way back up moaning, and couldn’t find the necessary deposit anywhere. Eventually She spotted it due to the pile of greengage stones – but was I thanked? Of course not.
Yesterday at the river we saw le petit chien Jade, whose Pack Leader comes from Paris. There was a brief chat, and She thought about giving Jade’s Pack Leader a business card advertising my book (yes, we really do carry those around with us). However, She decided that due to limited English-speaking, Jade’s Pack Leader wouldn’t understand my book. How utterly condescending! The rudeness. Well, that’s one sale less.
A slightly shorter blog tonight, Friends, due to driving Lad around to catch bldytrains to his party. I do hope Lad has fun and remembers all the things he was told in the twenty minutes he was trapped in the car on the way to the station, and couldn’t escape. I’m sure Lad was listening.
Goodnight, dear Rocco.