After the rain it seems hard to believe that the sky can be this colour, with not a cloud in sight.
We sat outside for lunch today, and Galileo got in some serious exploring.
Clive’s lymphatic fever has thankfully gone, but he’s still feeling cold at night so I’ve been getting him a hot water bottle.
Every time I do so, I find myself flooded with sensory recollections.
When we used to arrive at our holiday home in the winter as children, my mother used to prepare us each a ‘hottie’ as we called them. Other times as well, but it’s from those nights that I remember them best.
First there was the drill-like noise of water pouring from the kettle into the bottle, and the comforting smell of hot rubber.
Then a tiny clucking, gurgling sound as she squeezed the bottle to exclude the air.
I nursed my hottie all the way up the stairs.
It went into the bed before I did, creating a welcome warm patch.
I clutched it as a lifesaver before finally pushing it into the freezing depths of my bed with my feet, to lead the way.
In the morning it was useless; quite cold. But I woke up feeling as if I’d arrived in heaven.
It’s been grey and misty today with non-stop rain.
Typical, when we’d arranged to have a delivery of pellets for the stove and were obliged to cancel because otherwise the sacks would come into the house wet.
Before today, there was blue sky and bright sunshine.
And a bright full moon.
Yesterday I saw a deer run up the hill. Taylor ran after it, though not in a serious attempt to catch it.
When he returned, there was evidence he’d been distracted by something far more interesting.
He’d coated himself liberally in the dark, gamey-smelling substance.
I had to strip off and take him into the shower.
His collar was covered and once this was removed, there was nothing to get hold of him by. Fortunately, if I use nice warm water and talk gently to him, he’s quite compliant. In fact he just stood there, looking slightly pained, while I was able to wash him using both hands.
Better still, he waited for me to towel dry him before shaking himself!
Galileo has come home and after a very thorough and joyful tour of every nook and cranny in the house and near part of the garden, has settled down.
He’s on his blanket under my desk at the moment.
He’s been avidly remaking the acquaintance of Joules as these photos show.
They really do look very alike.
When Joules was small, he had the same sort of resemblance to the older and darker of our two neutered male golden retrievers, with whom he was great friends.
We had a lot of fun out of the innocent but (to us) silly questions inspired by that resemblance.
“Is she her daughter?” was one of them.
After hearing that Galileo still wasn’t eating, we went to pay him a brief visit this evening at the vet’s.
He was all eyes, locking his gaze onto mine and seeming to want to swallow me up.
Apparently, according to the vet’s father, he has eaten a bit of what looked like chicken-based baby food in a little jar.
The vet was out on a call so his father rang him on the mobile. Apparently it was coccidiosis that Galileo had, and not parvovirus at all, which is good news.
It does mean, though, that he is still unprotected from parvovirus, so as soon as he’s properly better he will need to be vaccinated.
I hope we can collect him tomorrow evening.
I’m so looking forward to the spring and summer with him. These anemones, which bloom right through the winter, are a reminder that spring will eventually come!