The friend who had been staying with us when these two were born has visited us again in April and thought they were two different dogs. Which they are, in a way. They're what grew out of those palm-sized tiny fuzz balls. But they're still Wind and Akbar. Six months and a half older than the last time my friend saw them.
Ripping things apart is still their mission in life. We clean it up every other day, but they come up with something new to destroy all the time. I have no idea where they find the stuff. Mainly because by the time I see it, it doesn't resemble anything I have ever owned.
Last week Vincent went to visit his parents for three days and my private menagerie chose this moment of all to disappear.
For 48 hours.
Leaving me alone at this place during one entire night. I tried watching soothing movies and reading uninteresting books. But I still didn't sleep all that much and woke up with a pair of black rings under my eyes that would have pleased Dracula's girlfriend but cost me a considerable amount of make next morning.
Not that I think that one of the puppies would defend me when it came to that, they're more likely to slobber someone to death, but I would not like to see anyone try to harm me in Orion's presence. Ever.
But Orion, too, was gone. I suspect he was trying to lead Akbar and Wind far away from home so that they might lose themselves and never find their way back. Like in 'Hansel and Gretel', only that he didn't find the convenient witch to take the puppies in.
After the first twelve hours I started to be scared, with various story-variations playing out in my head. In which either one of the dogs or someone else was hurt. You never know. And just imagine taking a comfortable stroll on a beautiful afternoon and running into two slobbery and exuberant monsters, each weighing about 45 kg !
In 48 hours I had time to call all surrounding mayor's offices, the humane society, the vet's office... told the post office lady, the bar-owner and the grocery store man all about two runaway dogs. In the most inconspicuous words I could imagine.
Downplaying the word 'big'. Putting a lot of emphasis on 'gentle'.
And then they came running back, exactly 48 hours later. Grinning, if dogs can grin, happy, not at all hurt and not the least bit starved or exhausted.
Sometimes I wish it was the neighbor's guinea pig that had had young ones in my back garden.
'Oh, please excuse me, but if you see two guinea pigs running around, you know, small little guinea pigs, those are ours. Yes, yes, they're really gentle. In case you see them, would you please call this number so I can come pick them up ? Yes, they're always together and they are a little bullheaded, but still, very gentle.'