Coming real soon.
The first day I spotted her my heart skipped a beat. This woman was new to the village. She eyed me suspiciously. After a long, hard winter I was on my last legs. Flea ridden, covered in early springtime ticks I smelt like a sewer – had snot and goo running from my nose and eyes. I was all but done. Thinner than a stick thrown to fetch, my stomach was empty, hunger was my only companion. Honestly, I was bone weary tired. Ready to turn up my toes. Push up daisies. I like daisies but nothing was cheering my broken spirit, not even the bright little flowers I love to roll in! Wee white petalled sunshine-y delights – harbingers of easier times. I tried to make myself invisible, as I slunk uninvited across the lady’s garden. She hadn’t been there the last time I did this turn. I was unsure how she might react. I eyed her suspiciously.