Mr B has fallen in love again. He is hopelessly devoted to Someone Other Than Yours Truly.
Fortunately, his new amour is
not another woman but is a fluffy ball of apricot fur with meltingly winsome eyes, who goes by the name of Nola. Every day since she went to live with our eldest granddaughter Katie and her fiancé Nathan, Mr B has been desperate to meet her. He gazes
on the framed photograph which graces our windowsill and asks me constantly: “When are we going to meet that dog?!” Yesterday his dream came true…
Nola’s owners were keen that she should be mostly house-trained before visiting us but yesterday was the perfect opportunity being Katie’s birthday weekend. In preparation for Birthday Celebrations I had spent a happy, if floury, afternoon
baking (i) an apple pie and (ii) a birthday cake. Sunday was actually the day after Katie’s birthday but, as I always say, why have one birthday when you could have two? The Room Outdoors was festooned with bunting, the Giant Penguin was out on the doorstep
dressed in a pink feather boa and a birthday hat complete with felt candles, and the champagne glasses were set out on the dining room table ready for the bottle of Prosecco which the Eldest of the Darling Daughters and her fella were bringing (in accordance
We were joined by Katie’s sister Eleanor, travelling by train from Uni in Brighton with her boyfriend - making us eight in all, not counting
Did I say “not counting Nola”? How could I possibly say that, given that most of the afternoon was spent watching Nola inspecting our back garden,
sleeping on different laps (she sleeps a lot, does Nola), or listening to her latest antics. She was, indeed, the star of the Birthday Show. We all watched adoringly as she performed the various tricks she has learnt so far at Puppy Training including “sit”,
“high fives” and “turn round.” We discuss whether dogs can understand words and Nathan tells us that he has heard of one puppy who always sat down when its owner commanded it “Broccoli!” I am told that Nola doesn’t
bark much - only when one of her owners isn’t quick enough in doling out the treats after a “performance.” In this, she is not unlike Mr B - though really I can’t talk, can I, as one who is Always Thinking About Her Stomach?
In case you are thinking that the Birthday Girl might have been somewhat upstaged by Nola, I must reassure you that we did not miss out on any of the traditional celebrations.
It was a pity that cloudy skies and showers drove us indoors after the Supping of Prosecco, but there was no dampening our spirits. We enjoyed a picnic lunch, followed by apple pie and cream; opened numerous presents; and sang Happy Birthday with such gusto
that Nola woke from her slumbers and surveyed the candle-lit cake with something akin to wonderment.
One of Katie’s presents from her sister was a
plaque on which she could keep track of how many days it is until her Wedding Day next year. 343 days to go as of yesterday, just 342 today. What a great present! Let the Countdown begin!
According to something called the Urban Dictionary, the definition of the name Nola is that she gets whatever she wants, when she wants it. She is very outgoing when she knows people but may be shy when she first meets them. She isn’t
afraid to be herself. She is fearless and brave while at the same time kind-hearted. Most of that rings true, though she wasn’t the least bit shy when she met us - much the opposite in fact.
Oh, and if the Urban Dictionary is to be believed, she “only likes certain people”.
I can only hope it’s
not unrequited love for Mr B…