Two Old Fools and Dogs
You’d think a tiny Spanish mountain village would be the perfect writers’ retreat. Hmm… Not so.
“I can’t concentrate! Why do the Spanish allow their dogs to bark nonstop?”
I love dogs, honestly. But I was trying to write the last chapter of Two Old Fools in Spain Again, and finding it hard to concentrate.
There are plenty of dogs in our village, all shapes and sizes. There’s a Jack Russell that never stops yapping, a German Shepherd that guards one of the big houses and looks as though he’d enjoy tearing an intruder apart, plus numerous friendly mongrels that roam the streets freely.
The Spanish seem to have a different attitude towards dogs than we have. Instead of taking them for walks, they allow the animals to wander unsupervised about our narrow streets. Constant barking is accepted and dog poop deposits ignored. Dogs are rarely neutered, and unwanted litters of puppies abound.
I’ve never owned a dog, but I’d love to have one some day. Apart from the companionship, I think it would do us good. Joe and I spend so much time huddled over our computers, and having a dog would force us to go for beneficial walks and get us out of the house more. But it wouldn’t be sensible at the moment. We travel too much, particularly now that we have a granddaughter in Australia.
When my daughter told me they were thinking of getting a miniature pig as a pet, I was a little surprised.
“No,” she said, “it’s not a late April Fool joke, we really would like a pig. They are very intelligent, you can train them just like a dog, and they can be house trained.”
“Have you got space in your garden?”
“Oh yes, loads. We contacted the farmer and we’ve chosen a little black one. We’re going to call him Hamlet.”
About a week later, we chatted again.
“We’re not getting a pig after all. We went to visit the litter and met the piggy parents. They’re HUGE. So we’ve decided to get a puppy instead.”
“What sort are you going to get?”
“Don’t know. We’re not quite ready yet, but we’ll visit the Dog Rescue just to see what’s available.”
“Well,” I said, “it’s a pity you aren’t here in Spain. Everywhere you look there are puppies looking for homes.”
Ready or not, they fell in love with one particular puppy at the Rescue Centre. It was bigger than they’d planned, part husky and part Staffie, but they couldn’t resist.
Of course I was worried, as little Indy is just a toddler.
“Don’t worry,” said my daughter. “The Rescue Centre has checked him out thoroughly. He’s gentle, fantastic with kids and other dogs, intelligent and although he’s only 10 weeks old he’s already obedient. We’ll have him on two weeks’ trial, and I’ll be taking him to puppy classes.”
I don’t believe puppy classes exist here in Spain, not in our part of the world, anyway. None of the village dogs obey any commands.
The puppy, LJ, named after the initials of the hotel where my daughter met her husband-to-be, arrived and settled in very quickly.
They soon discovered that puppies are hard work, like newborn babies, but LJ was clearly there to stay. My daughter took him to puppy class where he performed beautifully. He already understood ‘Sit’, ‘Stay’, ‘Leave’ and ‘Go to bed’.
“He was the best behaved dog there, Mum,” she said proudly. “Model student. It was just a pity that he peed on the rug as soon as we got home.”
So lucky LJ has a lovely new home and will hopefully grow up to be the perfect pet. We’ll meet him next winter when we visit Australia.
In the meantime, I guess we’ll just continue to put up with the barking in our village and dodging the piles of doggy poop dotting the streets. It’s a small price to pay for living in paradise.
13th May 2014 @ 3:53 pm
Great blog, Victoria. Lol about the HUGE piggy parents, and yes, dogs can drive us authors barking mad, I don’t write a word in India! 🙂
13th May 2014 @ 4:35 pm
Thanks, Frank, I can imagine! 🙂
13th May 2014 @ 4:35 pm
Good one! Barking dogs everywhere, all singing out of sync with writing rhythms. Know that tune well.
13th May 2014 @ 6:22 pm
You’re right, Susan! Actually, there comes a point when you can switch it off and it just becomes background. I’m getting there now… 🙂
27th August 2014 @ 2:32 am
I cant wait until you guys get a dog. You should include a photo of Judith’s pack it would be a treat! (: