When we were kids we had a fox terrier named “Sabby” who was a constant friend for my two sisters and I for many years. I remember how sad we all were when she died. When burying her we all wept, including my very tough Italian father, Maurie.
You can see Sabby under Nonna's arm in Plough Creek Homestead's logo.
When I met Tezza he was very pet orientated. He and his boys had had numerous dogs over the years. I resisted the family demand of “let’s have a dog” for quite a while, until one day the decision was made to “adopt” a pup. That was when Maximillian, “Max”, came to live with us at PCH. Then a few years later his sister, Constantina, “Connie”, extended our family. They have one chief commander and that is Tez. When he is not around, I then feature as number one. Yep, I am converted to the unconditional love and loyalty that dogs can give to a family. I am also impressed by the companionship they offer in so many ways.
Max is a handsome, quiet, strong and polite soul. Connie is a ratbag; so full of personality and never-ending energy. Some say that Max is a tad like Tezza’s personality and Connie’s attention seeking ways, rather like myself!! She certainly does not keep still or quiet much (yep – there is a similarity).
The last few weeks have offered me many challenges. Not sure what the alignment of the planets are, but I know I have had lots of hours of soul searching. Deeply personal conflicts, professional challenges, home issues, political conflicts (both locally and globally) that concern me greatly and global hatreds occurring have had me feeling conflicted, reflective and at times, very sad.
When I arrived home to PCH last evening, I donned my PJ’s, took a few sips of a glass of wine and while Tez cooked dinner I warmed my back in front of the fire box. With my head resting on Connie, I napped for a short while. She did not move.