Love is in the air, and Michael’s prompt today is to write a love story.
We had always wanted Maggie to have pups, but could never find a nice daddy, and our vet advised us to be aware of size of our chosen sire. It didn’t quite come to asking an owner if I could measure their dog, but we did have some interesting conversations.
I wrote this when I first started blogging which didn’t see much traffic at the time. It’s not a bad piece IMO and as it turned out, Arlo was not the only one our girlie became smitten with.
When we were on the boat, she fell for the charms of Hugo, a black cockapoo, who she would torment and flaunt her assets in his face every time they met. It was embarrassing, she was such a hussy, but Hugo was another ‘suitor’ more interested in balls of another variety, this time golf balls. We would find them in abundance on our walks round the avenue, up around MSM’s property, and on occasion on the marina itself as his owners had an endless supply.
Even when Hugo had the chop, Maggie would not be deterred.
It was strange though that it never worked the other way. There were a couple of passing sniffs of interest, but her ladyship was having none of it.
She and Barney would have made lovely pups though, but then if we hadn’t lost him, we would never have had her. I hope she found him at Rainbow Bridge.