There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie --
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find -- it's your own affair --
But . . . you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit hat answered your every mood
Is gone -- wherever it goes -- for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept'em, the more do we grieve;
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long --
So why in -- Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Since his 13th birthday a month ago, Timber has had a hard time. On the day of his birthday he started walking into trees and it was clear he had problems seeing. It turns out that there was blood in one eye and he already had cataracts in the other. He also had an operation for a lump on his leg that required more work than was expected. He spent two weeks with a cone of shame, unable to see where he was, which was very frustrating. After that, his back legs were weak and he developed a limp on a front foot, probably by over-compensating. Yesterday he had a fit to add to the grief.
Even these last few days he's been ever ready for a head rub and fuss and for his walk, even though that walk was only a stagger.
It's sad to see him go but there was nothing we could do to help him. We'll miss him.
Today Timber is 13 years old and so it's time to post some pictures.
He's had a busy year travelling (See The Camper Blog) but he's still active and enthusiastic.
Of course, he's not what he was, and his hearing and sight are failing, or maybe he's easier confused, but he manages to keep going.
And manages to keep us guessing most of the time.
In 2004 or so a family of dogs was rehoused from La Palma to the Netherlands; they were all siblings and were very different from each other. Some had characteristics similar to a Bardino from the Canary Islands and some had Garafiano characteristics. This family of dogs were all placed in new homes in the Netherlands through Stichting AAI and became known as the "R Nest".
The new owners of the dogs all kept in touch and a website was used to coordinate activities, such as collective walks, and to collect pictures and host a forum. Timber was not part of the "R Nest" but as a Garafiano, also imported through Stichting AAI, we joined in the activities of the group and the website. That (ie this!) website, garafiano.nl, eventually passed down to us.
The dog from the "R Nest" that most resembled a Garafiano was Amigo, an enthusiastic, friendly dog who took part in many of the walks organised by the forum. We were saddened yesterday, 2015-01-09, to learn of the death of Amigo. He'll be sorely missed after 14 or so years and our condolences go out to Wilma and family.]]>
Either that of the leaves change colour to match his coat.
In any case, it works. Sometimes he's hard to spot.
Spot the dog. Enjoying the suns and the warmth in November!
A bit more obvious in this one.
But in this one he merges in very nicely.
And here too!
Since I haven't posted for some while, this is a catchup, prompted by the sight of the beast below this last week.
This particular example was found in Baarnse Bos fairly early in the morning, rushing to get across a path before it was found by any other living creature. Timber ignored it, but I stopped to take photographs.
I came across one in Lage Vuursche last year and WhatsApped a picture to the grandchildren, who were enjoying a barbecue at the time and didn't appreciate the suggestion to bring it round and put it on the grill.
It wouldn't have fed very many people anyway, and neither would the little chap in the next picture, which I found during a walk in Lage Vuursche with my sister. It's a tiny Wren chick, stranded on a path with no-one round to help it.
We couldn't help it either so we made sure it was off the path, in the grass, and safe out of sight.
The sequence of shots here tells a story.
A Heron enjoying a bit of fishing from its log floating in the Kleine Kom in Baarnse Bos.
Along come Timber and, since it's hot, goes for a paddle. The heron is not concerned by Timber.
He is concerned with the photographer, so he takes off for the far side of the Kom.
He settles down on the far side, keeping an eye on both of us.
As I was walking in that direction anyway, he gets concerned again and takes off again.
This time he perched on top of a tree and scowl at both dog and man.
I saw a post on Facebook from Stichting AAI recently showing an ice lolly for dogs, made out of a tooth cleaner and dry dog food, made in a plastic cup in the freezer. Seemed simple enough, and the weather was really hot, so why not try it?
We had all the ingredients and tools, and this was the result.
Delicious! And so, would Timber take to it? A little careful at first as he wasn't sure what it was. A tentative lick.
OK, that's not so bad. And now to investigate in more detail.
So that was good. And the next day he had another! A great success.
No need to ask who won this race.
He can still move when he wants, but it hurts nowadays. (I'm talking about Timber!)
After taking the photos, he saw a couple of deer and went chasing after them, but he was soon back again, knackered.
And then ready to go again.
We'll have to find a bigger tree at this rate.