Eddie Lizard
Grandad September 12th, 2009
There is a wee place in the nearby town that we have taken to visiting on a regular basis.
It is a small building that for some reason reminds me of a signal box. Inside, it is a tiny bar, a tobacco shop and like nearly all French bars it serves lovely coffee.
Outside, there is a little terraced area with sunshades over the tables and it is a fine place to relax in the shade after a hot day in the sun.
It’s not a tourist trap. It’s off the beaten track, so the only people you will find there are locals. And us.
We were sitting there last night enjoying a grand coffee and got talking about the things we miss about home.
“Sandy” I said immediately.
“Apart from Sandy” says Herself.
I thought long. I thought hard.
“Sweet fuck all” says I.
The damage had been done though as I started to miss Sandy again.
We had originally intended bringing her. One of the reasons we chose this place is that it’s pet friendly and has a fenced boundary. But in the end we decided it wouldn’t be fair on her.
In retrospect, it was the right decision. We have spent a lot of time in the car, where it is extremely hot, and a lot of time wandering around towns and villages where it is also hot. Even when we are back at the house it is fucking hot, so a long haired dog would not be comfortable.
I miss her though.
I miss ruffling my fingers through her mane. I miss her tail-wag.
To reduce the pain, I adopted Eddie Lizard.
Eddie doesn’t have a fur coat to ruffle.
Eddie is painfully shy and doesn’t bark with joy when I come home.
Eddie doesn’t rest his chin on my lap and stare lovingly at me.
All in all, he is really fuck all use as a pet.
I suppose he’ll have to do though.
*sigh*
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