To the vets' for my annual health check-up and booster vaccinations this week. Despite my usual aversion to the surgery, it made a rather pleasant little jaunt for me on an otherwise inclement evening.
I was checked-over with more thoroughness than on former occasions, due to my increasing vintage. With a smile on the face of my surgeon, I was pronounced to be in excellent health and had suffered no diminishment of my faculties. My delighted partner found an extra supper-chew to mark this happy achievement, which I hesitated not to snaffle up with great enjoyment.
A mere day or two later, however, and I began to wonder if perhaps there was not something to be barked for the occasional touch of blindness or hearing-loss. I was taking my exercise with my partner, when I espied two ladies in the far-distance walking towards us. I was just selecting the most appropriate one from my catalogue of winning smiles, when I noticed that the ladies were accompanied by two black/brown shapes, which were growing ever-larger and clearer as they neared me.
'Oh, bl**dy hell...' I muttered to myself, trying to find an escape-route in the thick scrub alongside the path - but it was too late. The blobs formed themselves into Eddie and Angus, the Rottweilers. And they'd clocked me.
They trotted up, both hailing me brightly in unison, as they approached.
"Here he is!" wuffed Angus.
"Jasper, my dear boy!" barked Eddie.
"Ooo - er -- hello, um, lads..." I replied, doubtfully, wondering why they weren't still at each other's throats, following the vicious fight described in my previous Blog entry. I blinked hard, thinking that I might have been imagining things - but no. Here they stood before me, side by side, large tails enthusiastically on the wag. "I thought you chaps weren't barking to each other?"
"Whatever do you mean, old boy?" asked Eddie good-naturedly.
I began to wonder if they were deliberately winding me up. After all, both Angus and Eddie had used words and expressed sentiments against each other in their late disagreement which I would not have considered using against any other dog - even in jest. But both Rottweilers were looking at me earnestly, without any hint of sarcasm or mockery in their eyes.
"Erm... the croissant thing the other day...?" I mumbled, and the dogs instantly comprehended. Angus laughed.
"Ah, that!" he chuckled. "A mere trifle. Heh-heh - we're always having our little spats!"
"Don't laugh at him, dear." chided Eddie. "Jasper isn't used to our odd little ways." He turned and addressed me. "Please accept our sincere apologies if you were troubled by our little debate. You mustn't mind our nonsense." I mustered a watery smile before they bade their farewells and trotted off in pursuit of their human partners. As I watched them go, I grinned and shook my head.
Somehow, whenever I encounter Angus and Eddie together, I am always put in mind of those marvellous doyennes of English television's glory-days, Dr. Evadne Hinge and Dame Hilda Bracket...
(The Dear Ladies)
"Evolution" Part Thirty-One next time!