I called Annie. We talked about stuff and moved onto Rosie, Annie’s dog. Annie’s MS (Multiple Sclerosis) person and her ‘brilliant’ (Annie’s word) key worker think that owning a dog is good for Annie. Annie’s tenancy agreement might have other ideas. Annie’s dog is called Rosie but I first knew the dog as Rosie Lee. I have known Rosie for almost a year. Rosie used to belong to another homeless woman I knew.
We’d all been for a walk (Rosie Lee, her person, my two dogs and a mutual friend) around Blaise Castle, one Sunday morning. It was early enough in January 2011 that we saw no-one else for two hours. We were a bimbling pack – three happy dogs, running in woods, and three people noticing snowflakes and sunrise. After the walk, we went back to my unheated, unsociably spaced out flat and cooked bacon sandwiches. I took this picture a little later.
This is Rosie, Annie’s dog.
Rosie’s first owner had some troubles. Rosie became Annie’s dog shortly after this photo was taken (Jan 2011).
I have seen Rosie at Annie’s flat and she is Annie’s dog. She looks to Annie. She communicates with Annie. She guards where Annie sleeps and they look out for one another. They have a very healthy relationship that enhances self-esteem (in both Annie and Rosie) and generally makes life that bit healthier and nicer to live. These things must count for something!
Rosie is thought to be a bit English Bull Terrier, a bit Staffordshire Bull and a bit collie. The cleverness of the collie is evident. Bull terriers are nice dogs if treated well, in my experience. Staff’s are owner/people centred dogs and depending on the person, the dog is moulded. Rosie is the best mix possible of this combination. She isn’t a ‘barky’ dog. She never barks in the flat and has only been known to bark at male dogs sniffing her bottom (understandable!). She is no harm. Rosie is Annie’s dog, faithful and nice to have around, a good reason to feel better and make the most of the day.