The Princess Tails

The Musings of Zena, a Tibetan Terrier sharing her life and wisdom with Raffles, a Standard Poodle


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Romance in the Air?

I know, I know. It’s been ages again. I’m afraid for the moment that is likely to be the pattern. I can’t rely on The Help. She isn’t old, but like me her immune system isn’t good (unlike me inbreeding is not the cause!!!!!).

So for a while posts are likely to be random unless some new medication begins to work in which case she could be like a runaway train.

'We're doing a blog? Really? Finally!'

‘We’re doing a blog? Really? Finally!’

I’m sorry that we’ve been keeping you on the edge of your seats.

We haven’t?

You mean you’ve forgotten? You have a life apart from me? How is that even possible?

Well! I am shocked. I’m not sure I will recover. I had thought that I would be in your thoughts night and day. However. I will rise from the bitter blow. I will move forward and remind you of my dilemma.

In one of my last posts I met Prince, the vertically challenged corgi who I charged at making loud noises which is the way I vet all new dogs and which is really an invitation to play. It is. Honestly. Ask any dog. They never bother. In fact usually they ignore me so they can’t feel threatened. The owners don’t always like it though and The Help gets embarrassed. Anyway, I digress.

Do you remember now? Shall I continue with the story? It seemed appropriate to get everyone up to date especially at this time as the world is gearing up for Valentines day and romance. I am very current am I not? My story is probably being played out in a billion homes all over the world.

To remind you of Prince here is his picture.

Prince

Prince

Prince has been to the park a couple of times since our first introduction. As you know, I was agonising over our future together. Here was I Princess Zena, and here was Prince. Was he my Prince? It never occurred to me that I might not be his Princess, after all I am ….. Gorgeous.

You see? Wonderful. Who could not adore me :-D

You see? Wonderful. Who could not adore me 😀

He certainly wasn’t my idea of my prince, but then how often do we meet our ideal prince? Was I being sizist? Yes, I do know that isn’t a word, but you know what I mean don’t you? If he was a little taller would I feel differently? After all, we all know that the outer package is just that, the wrapping, it’s what’s inside that counts.

By the way talking about wrappings, here’s a quick shot of me at Christmas. Who’s the best present of all?

Spot the dog

Spot the dog!

Anyway, back to the topic on hand. I felt the pressure I can tell you. Something was lacking. I tried hard to generate emotion. I felt I should feel something.

But I didn’t feel IT. I have to be honest. I wasn’t bowled over and like any Princess I wanted to feel excitement, anticipation, joy. Something. Anything. Nevertheless I decided I had to give him a chance. If the universe was bringing me my Prince who was I to turn tail and run.

I thought and thought

I thought and thought

I gave him a chance. I gave him two. And nothing. Zilch. Nada. Rien. The last time I saw him I didn’t even want to rush at him I just felt a dreadful boredom and I could see he felt the same. He lives with another corgi called Pemba so I think they’re happy together and I’m so relieved about that. I understand it too. When I had Zac, I had my Prince. I didn’t need anyone else (except The Help, we still need the opposable thumb thing for opening tins).

Perhaps a girl only has one Prince. And do you know what? I’m okay with that. I had the greatest Prince ever and I couldn’t find another. I don’t want to find another. I’m happy to have the memory of my Prince and cherish the times we had. Now I’m happy to have friends.

Me, the pup and Ollie hanging out at the park (sorry about the blurry pic we didn't want to keep still).

Me, the pup and Ollie hanging out at the park (sorry about the blurry pic we didn’t want to keep still).

It has made me think though. I’ve deigned to play with Raffles a couple of times this week, not too often because I don’t want him to think he’s won me over, it’s only been 18 months. I have wondered about him finding his special somedog (it definitely is not me) but he seems happy having lots of pals. His bestie is Cassie but he has a special friendship with Ollie too.

Ollie & Raff have a bit of a bromance going on :-)

Ollie & Raff have a bit of a bromance going on 🙂 And yes, that is genuine licking, no sticks or anything in the mouth.

Sitting in the park the other day I watched the lad running and playing with Cassie, his bestie. He was having the time of his life. I don’t really run and play like that so much anymore, I like a supervisory role but I’m glad the pup has friends to play with. He has a great time with Ollie, they hug and kiss and then he runs and plays with Daisy and to be honest any friendly dog at the park can have Raffy. Yes. He’s that easy….. going 🙂

I remember playing with Zac, it was cool. I remember playing sniffs in the garden with him and watching tv and seeing who could finish dinner first. Life was more fun with him. But you know what they say, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

I have had my Prince and I’m not looking to replace him. I have some pals who accept me around and don’t hassle me. They accept me for who I am and don’t ask more from me than I’ll give. That’s a pretty good place to be.

Anyone want to tell the guy he's too big for my favourite bed?

Anyone want to tell the guy he’s too big for my favourite bed?

Love from Zena, the contented Princess


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RIP Sweet Rosie

Christmas day with her pals at the dog park

Christmas day with her pals at the dog park

If I am Princess Zena, Rosie was the Queen of the Poodle Posse. She called the shots and sorted out any who might threaten her poodle pack.

Rosie took Raffy under her care when he first arrived at the park.

Laying down the rules to new pup Raffy

Rosie was rarely without her pal Ollie who was more than happy to let her take the lead and be the boss.

Rosie with best pal Ollie

Rosie liked balls and when she set her mind to it she could get one every time, even Cassie let her win – after all, Rosie was the Queen.

Look What I’ve Got!!

All mine 🙂

But you mustn’t get the idea that Rosie was in any way aggressive. She was gentle and sweet and mothered us all. I went to her home recently to have a special hair cut and she was perfectly happy to have me there. She was always gracious.

Like any of us when the treats were handed out Rosie sat and waited her turn with impeccable manners.

Share and share alike. Rosie is the well mannered girl in the pink collar sitting at the back, she knows her turn will come.

A beautiful red colour, Rosie held her lovely tail up high and curled over her back. She was so happy and confident and it was actually Rosie and Ollie who was instrumental in our getting Raffles. They were so personable and made a good team.

She held that tail high and wagging until the last day.

Rosie was only a young girl and it breaks our heart to lose her. Her owner is devastated, describing her as the best dog she has ever had. In four short years Rosie has made an impression that will never be forgotten.

Beautiful Rosie

Just before Christmas we learnt that Rosie had lymphoma. Nothing could be done. It was aggressive. We saw her a couple of days ago and commented how well she was looking and how well she was doing. She had just completed a long walk, her tail was up and wagging and she even played with the other poodles, though we had noticed that for a few times now at the park she didn’t want to play.

She took a turn for the worse last night and today Rosie was put to sleep so that she wouldn’t suffer the pain that was coming her way. Now her owner is suffering.

Her poodle pals will all miss her. Ollie will be lost without her. Cassie will have no other female to look up to and adore and Raffy will never learn more from Rosie’s wisdom.

A prance of poodles with Rosie in the middle.

Beautiful Rosie, we will miss you so much.

Every time we go to the park we will see your shadow running after the ball, walking alongside the prancing Ollie with dignity and we will always see you walking at your owner’s side – the only place you ever wanted to be. There will be a gap in our photos, the pack will be one down and they will feel your loss too and that gap will never be filled Rosie because it is a gap that only you can fill. It will always be there but once the awful pain of grief has passed we will remember the golden red girl who was always so happy and tolerant of the rabble she presided over.

We take comfort in knowing that Rosie’s four short years were happy years filled with runs on the beach, walks through the bush and the stimulation of the poodle posse, but most of all spent with an owner who she adored and who loved and cared for her.

Rosie we will never forget you. You were one of the special ones.

We miss you Rosie

With love from the sad Princess