The Tales of Lilly, The Mud Life Dog
No Balls, Blue Balls & Running Wild
by Karen Lee Turner
This month with the lovely Lilly has been painful, joyful and mysterious. Let's go in reverse order and start with the mysterious... Turner Towers is not a big place. It's a 2 up 2 down mid-terrace that is quite full of stuff as it also doubles as the Mud Life headquarters. I tell you this, dear reader, to explain that there isn't a lot of nooks or crannys that haven't been filled (eg. at the moment the kitchen is sporting a newly delivered tent and portaloo for a later review), but, and here's the mysterious bit, our house seems to be a bizarre Bermuda Triangle style zone that magically causes balls to evaporate into thin air. Lilly has now developed a fondness for those bouncy balls that are solid but a little bit squishy. She likes to play with them a bit she sits at the top of the stairs and drops them down, watches them bounce all the way down, then chases after them. It keeps her amused for a while, then it happens....the ball vanishes! We look where she's last been, no ball. We look under the couch, under chairs, under the table and around any areas she can get too, all to no avail. We aren't talking one or two balls, no, I think we are up to 6 or maybe 7 now. We only have 4 rooms and a bathroom in which she can hide them, but after many searches neither of us can find them, so if you have balls (of the bouncy variety) BEWARE of the Breightmet Triangle - once they enter they will be gone forever!
CLICK HERE TO GET SOCIAL WITH Lilly on Instagram Now for the joyful.... As I've mentioned before we were spoilt by our next door's labrador Giz. He would happily sauter with us in the park with no lead needed, and he never bothered with anyone, dogs or any wildlife. Unfortunately we learned early on that Lilly is definitely a sighthound when she decided to run off after squirrels whilst playing ball in the park (our fault really, it was too soon after we got her). After that we've had trust issues with letting her off the lead, but this means she couldn't run about unless we booked a private dog field (a rather pricey option).
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