Frank’s theme this week is ‘action’.
When Maggie was a pup, she was manic in wanting to explore everywhere and chase anything that moved.
Her curiosity was encouraged, that inquisitive nose of hers checking things out tentatively.
She would climb log piles in the woods, jump over groynes at Hamworthy Park and give me heart failure with double flips and launching herself off the end.
She would stalk gulls and crows before giving chase and on one occasion rolling a pigeon and not knowing which was more surprised, it or her for doing it.
She would lift a pheasant or ptarmigan from the undergrowth, watch it fly off as if to say ‘I did that!’ and once she gently flipped a tiny bunny because she was curious to know what it was. She didn’t hurt it either.
Get her in the water, and it can be a job to get her out.
Her speed was impressive and even now at 15, she’ll still have a go, though she stiffens up in her back legs and has to give up before she really has a chance to start, but the heart’s there.