We buzzed up to Lowestoft yesterday to see mum and have an honorary Mother’s Day as we wouldn’t be there today. We didn’t do very much, but it was nice to take up some flowers, and see and spend time with her and Ean (and do my brotherly duty of introducing Ean to new music), as we don’t get the chance as often as we’d all like.
But, the day was almost stolen by Digby. A four-year old West Highland Terrier, mum and Ean regularly take charge of him for short bursts, although he had been with them both for a week by the time we arrived on Saturday and was due to pack his doggie suitcase again today.
Digby, not the biggest dog in the world
Stretching his legs, we took him for a mad run in the park, which could be measured in how many times we threw his ball and made him run and fetch it. Which would be fine, except he wouldn’t fetch it, and delighted in standing there panting, waiting for you to pick it up and hurl it into the near-distance again.
A small walk along the side of the now largely industrial Lake Lothing brought home to me how times change, and how the park that we walked through with my grandparents had been significantly altered with the passage of the passing years. Still large enough to accommodate a town of dog walkers and with plenty of green space in which their furry friends could run, there was something of a long-gone glories feeling about the place.
But the most memorable moment of the day was when Digby found the bag of ingredients that we’d brought up to cook butternut squash and leek pie with. A not inconsiderable square of butter was in the bottom of the bag, and while we sat unawares, the cheeky chap unwrapped and ate it, no doubt thinking it was a greasy canine treat.
We predicted the outcome. A while later, the short-legged animal was poorly near the back door, but soon seemed to recover, following us around the house and flopping down on the floor whenever he thought someone was settled.
He could have enjoyed even more of a dog’s day. A lump of cheese was also in the bag, which apparently, he really likes…
Evidently no further after effects were caused by the butter, except a quite busy day with visits to the loo were the order of Sunday!
Digby will be 5 on the 29th March, there won’t be butter on the menu but there will be birthday cake.