I will confess that I am not much of an animal lover. I mean, I have nothing particularly against animals but I’ve never been keen to have them in my life. The closest I get to loving animals is having a soft spot for my sister’s dog Riddler. For two weeks last summer we were dog/house sitting during which Cheeky Chap and Riddler really bonded. In fact, Cheeky Chap has taken to calling Riddler his own dog and still, a year on, has not let up on asking for his own.
Riddler is currently recovering from surgery on his cruciate ligament so he isn’t able to go on long walks. This means I can pop in on him while my sister and her partner are working, let him out to go to the toilet, take him on a short walk. This weekend they went away and asked Cheeky Chap and I to look after Riddler again and we agreed.
Cheeky Chap regularly spends time with Riddler, he goes to my sister most Wednesday evenings while the husband and I go to counselling. Often now I will catch him looking a bit sad and ask him what is wrong, to which he will reply (with a heavy sigh) “I just miss Riddler”.
As much as he would love a dog, I quite like the fact that we can just borrow someone else’s and not have the responsibility (and not to mention expense) of actually owning one! I think we have a pretty good deal really.