This is where I have been.
It is strongly reminiscent of having a baby. Like being in a bubble, a baby bubble.
I have been locked in self imposed exile – a puppy bubble – for weeks.
A delightful, cuddly, well loved bubble, but my own mini world of walkies, training, sleeping patterns, feeding…..
And in such a short time I have been initiated into the world of dog owners. It happened this morning when I was greeted by other dog walkers who then greeted Benji…by name! And so it happened, I am now known by my dog. Just when I was starting to get myself back from being someones Mum I have now become Benji’s person.
I frighteningly think I am a ‘type’ – I am a mother of a certain age who gets a dog as my youngest hits double figures and seems to sit less and less on my lap, weighing more each time.
There are a few of us out there I am beginning to realise.
Still, a friend the other day reminded me how dogs and owners do seem to resemble each other. So as I gaze lovingly into Benji’s eyes and fondle his soft ears I feel better about myself as he is an exceedingly good looking dog.