During my regular visit to the Coín Cudeca shop I received sympathy on the loss of Scamp and heard the praises sung of a small dog named Stanley in the A. I. D. rescue centre.
Although I was not certain that I wanted to fill the vaccuum left by Scamp quite so quickly, I did realise that I would be in danger of spoiling Chap and turning him into a comfort blanket rather than allowing him to continue being his own dog.
Courtesy of Ricky Leach who has been a tower of strength to me over the past few months, I was able to visit the A. I. D. sanctuary today and look at the dogs there. Really, I should never, ever visit such a place because the idea of trying to choose from so many perfect souls is both daunting and distressing since they all deserve a chance to make someone happy
At five years of age, I am sure that Stanley will join Chap in helping to prolong my life so that I do not become the third of Stanley’s pets to die on him. It is so sad that many people who could give an older dog a good home will not do it. They fail to acknowledge the huge benefits of a wysiwyg dog. All virtues and vices are well established so there will be no shocks.
The image at the top of this post shows just how easily Stanley has settled in. Despite all my efforts, I have not been able to capture an image of him, alone, on his feet. The image at the bottom of this post is taken from a series in which we were all playing hide and seek – I managed to get Chap and Stanley in a single frame.
Whether it is a coincidence or not, my wife has recently adopted a small cat – called Stanley.[