Dogs-related Parries

August 2008

A Crawl Across Crawley, Part 1

Irit, the Jam and I walk from Brighton to Gatwick Airport.

January 2008

The Small Adventures - Part 2

There in the empty restaurant by the water at Dieppe I had toast with foie gras, a carafe of red wine, a huge plate of mussels and chips, and finally a creme brulee. Somehow, though I’ve eaten in restaurants hundreds of times, I felt grown up sitting there alone on my travels.

December 2007

The Small Adventures

Of course we were late for the train. We enquired frantically among the taxis for one who would accept the two dogs — mine and Davide’s — and take us to Termini Station so I could catch the 11pm train to Milan that would be one third of our journey to Britain.

October 2007

A Restoration and Return

There she was, sitting outside the apartment block! How did she do it? Dogs must have some sort of navigational sense we don’t understand.

Curs to Fate

Yesterday I lost Jam in Villa Borghese, the central park here in Rome. She has not turned up since.

Jam and bread, Jam and bread, Jam and bread!

In retrospect, my dog Maddie had a simpler life; the big adventures of uprooting only came in the last year of her life, whereas her offspring Jam has spent over a third of hers here in Italy, with her fixtures — first Maddie and then me — falling away.

June 2007

Only the Rustle in the Trees

We all, like twinkles on a sunny day’s waves, shine briefly. That I do know to be true. Other perspectives are futile. Grief, loss — these are the great teachers surely. Understand that what one has will pass.

April 2007

Mind the Dream

Dreaming about our passed companions as if they are alive requires tricks to the dreaming mind to overcome what it believes and knows to be true.

March 2007

Still Got the Jam

Jam was one of Maddie’s nine puppies, the one who remained after the others were all taken I must admit, and that’s how I ended up with her. That was always my plan, to keep the runt.

Such a Tramp

Maddie, who died 18 months ago today, was a mangy mutt and stank, but she was also among the most beautiful dogs I’ve ever seen and for me the longest, richest, widest, deepest streak of feeling lucky.

November 2003

Lovely Scenery, But Walks Getting Boring

Unless I turn the walk into a big hike, leaving the moshav and going into the surrounding countryside or driving somewhere new, it’s not much fun to just step out the door and wander. But driving to go for a walk seems a tad ridiculous.

October 2002

Unusually Cute Behaviour

Jam, feeling boistrous after having been in the house for hours, started running up the slide. Mum thought this very surprising and amusing.

September 2002

They’re So Different

Jam is a real goer when it comes to fetching in the water. She loves it and really doesn’t give up, even at night, until she finds the thing, whereas Maddie is just the opposite.

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