She came into our lives one November evening, inside a large metal cage. She arrived with her back leg broken by her previous owners and was wearing a rather fetching luminous blue plaster cast and was a bald as a coot from the waist down. She peered through the cage with doleful eyes and looked straight at me, we knew then that she would be staying. We told her straight away that her new name was Chalkie, she was so excited on hearing this, saying that she was Rick Steins little dogs number one fan and I said how wonderful! I am too!
Now Chalkie is not really the brightest of sparks and spends most of her time a tad puzzled, wondering what’s going on. Sixty percent of her time is spent on her feet, twenty percent of her time on her back and the rest with her nose is buriedand bum is in the air! She has ears of a hawk and can be out of her basket, where she previously had been zonkedout in front of the fire, and down the bottom of the garden in two seconds flat! She greets anyone coming to thedoor with equal enthusiasm, whether it’s postman or a passing stranger but its the husband who gets her undivided attention. She barks and bounces, bounces andbarks until he comes through the door, over she goes on her back for a tummy tickle then the funniest thing happens, she goes round in circles waiting to hear her favourite words, “Ok Chalkie, go tell your mates I’m home” and she runs, hell for leather, leaving the cat flap swinging, yes she fits through our cat flap, to the bottom of the garden and pokes her nose through the fence and barks and barks and barks. She’s so cute, she telling all her friends the head of the house is home, awww! I bet she watched 101 Dalmatians!
Physically she may be half a dog but personality wise she certainly not. On walkies we call her “ten men Chalkie” because she thinks she can take on the whole of doggy world by herself. She has a ten foot retractable lead because she thinks she's in charge, she likes to bound up to other dogs, her little tail wagging, to talk doggy gossip and is sometimes miffed when there not interested in what she has to say. In her favourite places she zooms on ahead, her nose picking up all the exciting doggy smells then she zooms past in the other directions checking out all the smells she missed due to over excitement.When her little head is not darting from side to side, up and down looking for squirrels she’s marking her territory with a squirt here a squirt there. There are so many things that make us laugh about Chalkie, after a bath she will run around the house like a bullet out of a gun, she only plays with squeaky toys abandoning them once they are silenced, she chases and never catches our two cats, she loves tennis balls and has never noticed that’s all she ever gets at Christmas and birthdays.
We like seaside holidays, she hates the sea, we like to go out in the car, she doesn't like sitting in the back, shelikes to talk about bones, we don't, but in all relationships there's give and take and Chalkie is good at that!
In a previous blog I wrote about teddy bears and what they mean to us, Chalkie is a real live teddy bear, she, like them,
gives love unconditionally and is ready to go out at a moments notice. She is just as happy to sit with me by the fire of an evening while I crochet, only one thing though she doesn’t know how to wind wool, but she’s learning!