We use cookies to enhance your browsing experience, serve personalized ads or content, and analyze our traffic. By clicking "Accept All", you consent to our use of cookies.
Customize Consent Preferences
We use cookies to help you navigate efficiently and perform certain functions. You will find detailed information about all cookies under each consent category below.
The cookies that are categorized as "Necessary" are stored on your browser as they are essential for enabling the basic functionalities of the site. ...
Always Active
Necessary cookies are required to enable the basic features of this site, such as providing secure log-in or adjusting your consent preferences. These cookies do not store any personally identifiable data.
No cookies to display.
Functional cookies help perform certain functionalities like sharing the content of the website on social media platforms, collecting feedback, and other third-party features.
No cookies to display.
Analytical cookies are used to understand how visitors interact with the website. These cookies help provide information on metrics such as the number of visitors, bounce rate, traffic source, etc.
No cookies to display.
Performance cookies are used to understand and analyze the key performance indexes of the website which helps in delivering a better user experience for the visitors.
No cookies to display.
Advertisement cookies are used to provide visitors with customized advertisements based on the pages you visited previously and to analyze the effectiveness of the ad campaigns.
I called to see my brother Kieran and his family just before midnight on New Year’s Eve. Some weeks earlier their Doberman (Jordan) gave birth to a litter of puppies. Kieran and Helena offered me one of them if I wanted and, though tempted, I thought of all the reasons I shouldn’t. There was still a nagging though – not from Kieran or family – but in my head, that a dog might be good to have. Then again, the reasons why I shouldn’t kept coming back. They were numerous and true!!
Anyway, back to New Year’s Eve. I called to see them all, welcomed in 2011 and left around 12.30am ………. with Alpha!! They brought in one of the pups just after midnight and I decided to take him home. It was just into the New Year, a new beginning so I called him ALPHA. He’s still with me though there have been a few times I thought I’d prefer to call him OMEGA (the end).
I’m into my fourth month with him now and it hasn’t been honeymoon all the way. I was in the school the other day and told the children I was going home to have my lunch. I had some mince meat cooked from the day before and told them I was going to have that with some potatoes. The teacher said I was making them hungry. Came home, put down the potatoes, took mince from the fridge and left it on the worktop. Decided to let Alpha in for a while. Before I knew what happened, he had the mince devoured! The children need not have been jealous.
Friends ask how I’m getting on with him and I say that there are times I regret getting him but overall I’m glad to have him. Certainly there’s a welcome home waiting for me now. I think we’ll have many rows but hopefully none too serious.
I’m going to take him for a walk now. Well, more accurately put, he’s going to take me
[…] Alpha […]