Tilly credit Irena Szirtes |
Bouncy-black, all waggy and rear-end
wriggly, she tore round Tilly again and again while we walked toward the
field. Tig belonged to a fellow yardie, and the yard was a great place for dogs
to play - or grab extra walks at turnout time. We loved turnout.The still place
we inhabited in liberty sessions made me aware of Tilly's footfall, of distant
birdsong, of grass-munching close by. We were both super-chilled: I sang
silly songs to Tilly, or told her things you only tell good friends. Her
favourite grazing was the woods field. She always quickened her step as we
turned toward it, and Tig would happily adapt her pace to her very own mobile
race-track. Round and round, round and round, while Tilly walked on as if there
wasn't a dog in sight.
One morning, everything changed. Tig, tired of her old game, began dodging in, out, and around Tilly's back legs. Did Tilly go to kicking out, freaking out? Absolutely not. She stopped. She turned her neck. She lowered her head to spaniel height. She looked hard into two appealing eyes. Tig stopped, and a moment passed between them before she trotted back to the yard. She wasn't afraid, just suitably chastened, and never accompanied us again.
5 comments:
A beautifully observed moment in the relationship between Tilly and Tig. Lovely writing Irena
Thankyou so much Jennie. It is one of those moments I have never forgotten 🙂. I love that animals can communicate cross-species! They are much more proficient at it than we are, we have to learn!
Loved this when you read it out at folk club, though I think there was more of it !
Thanks do much Ann ...there were three separate short accounts, Tig's tale, The pony and the phone and Mourning Meg. As Liz has kindly posted these fir me, I am sure Mourning Meg will appear soon. There are more in the pipeline waiting to be written, but I 've been a bit u fer the weather this week 🤔
Sorry about the typos! Should have read it through!
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