Squeaky Leekie

Twice a year we suffer the baby blues. Or should I say, the broody babies, or brood of babies. I’m not really sure what describes it best.
We decided against having Maggie spayed as there was always the chance of finding a nice ‘daddy’ for pups. However, even though she’s too old for a first litter now, we still have the broodiness. Not that it really bothers us as in a way it’s quite endearing and the Vet says it’s not a problem, so we go with the flow.
She’s always been one to bring her toys to us, and about a year ago, we discovered that her way of getting our attention to let her out was to bring a specific toy and dump it either in our lap or at our feet. It would appear that the yellow cow (supposedly a sheep but it has always looked like a cow to me) had the weakest bladder.

She has a plastic basket full of squeaky and/or fluffy toys under the guise of gonks, fish, frogs, balls, reindeer, dumbbells and favourite of the moment, an orange mini space hopper. Our previous dog would have chewed all the tassels off within an hour (the Squeaky Leekie lasted 15 minutes) and squeaked them within an inch of their lives until we were forced to remove said squeaker, by which time he would have lost all interest.
Not so Maggie. She knows them all intimately, as each is lovingly cared for, gently picked up and taken to bed where it is then tenderly tucked in as she carefully wraps herself around it. If any ‘baby’ falls out of said bed, there is some frantic carpet snuffling as she retrieves it and the whole process starts again. This can go on for over an hour until all babies are thus gathered and she finally settles down for the night. We know all is well in her little world when we hear this contented sigh shortly followed by soft snoring.
It’s really sweet isn’t it. That is until we fill in the rest. She has her own bed OK but thinks it’s four foot six and we’re allowed to share it….. if we’re lucky. The carpet snuffling takes place in the early hours, and it’s not unusual for the Cow to want a wee at 2am. If the squeakies are brood of the day, we have to be careful not to lie on one as she is immediately in attendance to it, gathering it into the warmth of her body and pushing us out of the way. My husband has been known to give up and retire to the spare room, albeit a single bed, leaving the women in his life to it.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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