Things keep going on, moving, evolving revolving…
While others seems completely unchangeable!
Just fun, my introduction as I never blog then.
I hardly knew what the word mean, in fact…
Hello everybody!
I was going to tell you something new about two little dogs, which, by the way, are not so little anymore!
The story came upon me while I was walking them for their morning daily outing…
There, they were! So in harmony!
But first, I want to recount you the joke, which was not meant to be so!
Earlier that same morning my friend and I we heard a strange sound…
It sounds like an âne (ass), does he tell me all in French…
I must have been still a bit sleepy because while he said it in the most correct French,
I heard the word haan in Dutch…
But then I realised….
And he was quite right about it!
It sounds truly enough like a donkey and not at all like a cock!
In fact, later with the dogs, yes the same ones of the story start;
I heard that sound again…
And guess what it was?
Geese, yes dear…
That sound of the morrow has been quite muffled because we were indoors!
OK, this is it!
Now let us go back to the dogs!
First things first!
They are twins…
I think, I already told a couple of things about them some while ago,
I don’t remember exactly what…
This time it is about a beautiful dream I had about them….
The three of us were in a strange never seen before place.
Ben as always was ahead because we usually unleash him…
And there he goes, running very fast straight to the top of a kind of hill…
Maybe I read too many an Indian story when I was young because
I do always strain my eyes trying to catch what on earth can make him so swift…
And all at once it dawned on me!
Listen first to this…
Many ones believe Ben to be my dog…
I bet people are always impressed by stories, which fit their own ideas!
You see there is that common notion about dogs
Being the portrait of their masters or reverse…
Mind it!
Little Ben and I we tend too look sturdy,
While Camden is higher on his legs, just like my friend and ex-hubby…
Fact is those people are totally wrong!
Just looks does not mean much as always!
There is much more than the eyes meet…
OK, what was my revelation?
What was driving Little Ben,
Whom did I tell you, is turning ten next January,
What was is, which calls him to the top of that hill?
If by any ways, he is like me, I thought….
My unconscious self must have been more impress
By that last reading about poodles,
Chihuahuas and the likes that I wish for,
So much so that even in my dream,
It leads me to think that if by a strange twist
Ben is like me at all…
He will indeed be very curious to see what it is
That hides and comes after that top….
I am also that curious!
I find it fascinating to be in an unknown place
Going up hill and imagining that a totally unexpected world
Will be a-waiting for me just to be discovered…
One of the other things I was going to say is also about a…
I had a dream about a wonderful dog…
It was a she-dog.
It was before we adopt Camden,
While Ben was already part of our household.
So, that she-dog, she was also on a mound…
A very strange place indeed,
Likes a kind of little hill in the middle of an endless plain….
Somehow I don’t know why I always relate that dream
To King Arthur, yes the famous one!
Well, I know!
How strange…
How could I forget that!
In the dream, I was King Arthur!
And the dog was mine!
She was also a kind of seer…
The bearer of a foresight about a battle…
She was a kind of omen…
A good omen, for that!
She was a very important dog, she was!
Anyway, it is there and then that I knew Camden was her name!
That dog was a sheepdog. A Collie.
I can’t say they are my favourite dogs…
I wound lie…
But they seem to have a weak spot for me!
Always been so!
Wherever I go!
Also they are like showing me a way to absolute love and total trust…
Would you be surprise that just before the dream I had,
I met Ben’s brother and had a pang of a kind!
Yes, I felt in love with him, I confess!
The fact is that as far as mongrel can be a look-alike of the true thing,
He was really close to that she-dog I would have a vision sometime later…
So it is
That when his owner told us he wants to get rid of him,
We did not hesitated a second and Max became Camden….
A while before the Belgian pop group did, in fact!
Ben not just like his bro, of course,
As they are part Berner Senner, part of a lot of other things,
Ben, by the way, was supposed to be called Bern!
Man! What an idea!
You know, that means bear….
I must be one of the few who is seeing a bear for what it is: no teddy!
And I am forever grateful, that Ben is Ben…
This seems the right place here to say so!
As well as thank to the dogs to be so wonderful
Even if some time I wish them to be bald!
See, always been an obsession, that Camden story!
