Daffney is four months old

Anna and I often wonder how we have coped with this puppy who runs rather than walks, appears on the spot    from nowhere when there is any movement or sound and reaches out to smell or grab anything that has an odour or appears like a toy. She consumed the key board of Anna's mobile phone, chewed the cords that connect computer to the printer, and jumps to reach out to anything that is hanging from height especially, the clothes.

But she is good fun. She would appear beside our bed by about 5 in the morning. From then on she is a faithful follower of all our moves. She is not welcome to the kitchen and she would test Anna's patience by inching her way into the forbidden territory quietly and slowly. When Anna notices her trespassing,  she would wag her tail and look kindly at her face. When Anna raises her voice she would have gone to hide under the TV table which is her preferred place to show her regret. The only thing is her regret is short lived and she would be back with the same mischief. 

When we are back from the work in the evening, she would lavish us with her lick. She would not let us sit for a minute till we pick up her ball and throw it for her to fetch. For the next forty five minutes or so she would chase this ball as if she is on a hundred meters run with no respite. When we  stop throwing the ball, she would obstruct us going in to the house by jumping on to us and and running around us, requesting us to continue. 

Fortunately food is her weakness. Anna would have got her supper ready in her bowl by then. So it is a good distraction  and she leaves us to our routine for a while.  

Both ofd us feel that she filled a void during this transition and relocation. Thank you Daffney, you revived our childhood memories.

I must confess that Daffney consumes so much of our attention that the aquarium of fish inside and outside the house have been relegated to the background.

We sense life opening up before us once again after six months of  being in Kerala. We foresee fullness of life returning to us.

M.C.Mathew(text and photo)