Have not written for a while as to be honest life has been a bit hectic. About 3 weeks ago, I was minding my own business, on sentry duty over looking the garden keeping my beady eye open for a sneaky attack by Thanos and his minions when all of a sudden I became aware of a furry intruder. Another small dog called Daisy had suddenly appeared and without so much as a by your leave had made herself at home on MY mums lap!! The damn impudence of it!. Obviously I did what any self respecting Norfolk would do and gave her the full stink eye treatment which sadly was lost on her as she was fast asleep. The true horror of the situation then unfolded as it became clear that he was not a visitor at all but had actually come to stay...for good...... Not only was I not consulted but if I had been it would have been a big fat "NO!" from me as whilst I have come to grudgingly accept that I share the food, treats and family with my sister Guiness I am firmly of the opinion that 2 is company and 3 is a crowd.
The only positive thing was that Daisy was considerably smaller than me so for once I was not the smallest in the pack which was a nice experience I can tell you.
Then I heard that Daisy was a baby Hungarian Vizula and the penny dropped. She was a refugee!! This was a humanitarian mercy mission. In an instant I was on-side. I speculated that she had fled from a war torn and ravaged land, had most probably lost family members and seen unspeakable acts of beastliness This poor soul needed me. She needed us! I didn't know much about Hungary but the very word 'Hungry" implied unpleasantness of the very worst type. For me, being hungry is the stuff of nightmares.
Sometimes when the worlds poor and hungry present themselves a Norfolks duty is to not build a bigger fence but to build a bigger table. This was clearly one of those times. I could feel myself coming over all Mother Theresa.
So now Daisy has settled in and life has sort of returned to normal. If anything my life has improved a notch. There is frequently food left in her food bowl that I can then hoover up, a whole host of new toys have appeared and Mum and Dad are getting up at a ridiculously early time in the morning which means I have more time to play.
I was reminded of that wonderful inscription on the Statue of Liberty in America, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”. This was surely such a time and I found myself humming the ‘Star spangled banner’ as I looked across at our new arrival, sprawled across MY sofa, next to MY mum with her belly filled with MY biscuits. Sometimes philanthropy is difficult but boy does it feel good.
On a separate note whilst talking about the good old US of A my Dad has told me that when he was in Florida people were walking around eating Turkey legs!! Yowzer! That could be one of my Dads tall tales but if it isn’t I have decided that whilst I hale from Norfolk and whilst my heart belongs to England, my stomach definitely belongs to America. My kind of place!
On a less positive note Daisy is now taller than me. Gutted.
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