It was a lovely Spring day and I was watching the world go by from behind the wrought iron gate at the side of our house. I was two years old and we lived in a small village in England then. I was never allowed in the front garden on my own, but I had quite a good view of the street from behind the locked gate. I could see my doggy pals go by with their bipeds, when they went out for their walks.
I saw a little girl I’d never seen before walking along with an adult biped. She saw me and pointed and said something to the adult biped she was with. The adult opened our front gate and, instead of going to the front door, she and the little girl came across the grass towards the gate where I was. I made an excited noise! They started stroking me through the gate. The little girl soon had her arms through as far as she could reach to give me a hug.
It was only a moment later that I heard our back door open and my biped came round the corner of the house. I turned my head to look and she appeared a bit startled. She hurried up to us and, for a moment, I was concerned that I’d done something wrong, but she put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Good girl, Clowie!”
Then she greeted the bipeds on the other side of the gate.
The adult biped said, “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have come into your garden like this, but Sophie loves animals and wanted to meet your dog. We’re on our way to visit someone a few doors along.”
My biped started to unlock the gate and replied, “Well, come into the back garden for a few minutes and it will be easier for her to make a fuss of Clowie.”
We all went across to the garden seat. The adults sat on the seat and I sat near it and Sophie came and stood right up against my chest with her head just under mine and her arms round me. I heard her mother asking what breed I am and my biped telling her how my ancestors protected flocks of sheep from wolves and bears.
They chatted about how much Sophie likes animals and then I heard my biped ask, “Do you know very much about dogs?”
Sophie’s mother replied, “No, not very much at all, we don’t often have the opportunity to meet one.”
My biped then explained to her that not all dogs are relaxed with children, for various reasons. She told her that she should teach Sophie to always ask the person with a dog whether it’s okay to approach the dog.
Sophie’s mother thanked my biped and said that she would be more careful. She asked if they could call by to see me, when they were next visiting in the village. I thought Sophie was really sweet, so I was pleased to hear my biped say that they could.
I saw Sophie again a couple of months later. She came to the front door with her mother and asked really nicely, “Please can I make a fuss of Clowie?”
That made my tail wag! We all went into the garden for a little while and Sophie hugged me and kissed me. Then my biped showed her how to give me a treat, holding her little hand out flat. I really enjoyed seeing her again!
See you next Wednesday!