Her Maj, aka BeAnne Duvet, has many names and descriptions. Today she is Beetle.
I hate it but BeAnne is getting on a little in years now – 12 years old but in my eyes still my puppy. I watch her slowing up, though she did come on that lovely ride with me the other day, which I hugely appreciated but it has never been repeated despite my numerous requests.
BeAnne prefers to stay at home and do her own thing. I don’t force her to go with me if she doesn’t want to. At heart, she is a home girl and anyway there are borders to repel. She has a job.
If I walk around the croft BeAnne always comes along too.
And she even bounces about enthusiastically when we go into the hill. I love to see her like this. She is my puppy again.
BeAnne’s particular fondness is for the large puddles that have appeared because of the rain.
All I have to say is “do you want to go swimming?”…….
And in BeAnne dives.
She will run about in the water having the best time. I have my suspicions that BeAnne sometimes takes herself off to find her own quiet little puddle when I am not looking because she comes home soggy.
May she live forever. My little Beetle.