The second major memory I have started when Jay was away on a course for several days, and Pat and I looked after Ally at our house. Of course she was always a little disgusted at staying at our house; not because she didn’t like us—she loved the hell out of us—but she couldn’t understand why these ‘old uns’ wouldn’t take her for hour-long walks like her daddy did.
After a couple of days, however, I began to notice that as I sat on the sofa with my feet up on the coffee table, she would inch her way under the safe haven of the ‘den’ under my legs. Needless to say, this did lead to a couple of scary moments when I forgot she was there and decided to stand up suddenly!
After that, whenever she came over that was one of her favourite places to be. When I took Ria over to see her on Monday morning, Ally did the same thing. I was sitting on a log outside Jay’s house, and Ally—weak hind-end and all—shuffled into position under my legs for one last time.
