We really thought we were going to lose Jeffie last night. He’s an old dog, and he’s old in that way that you see with dogs sometimes1, seeming to be physically older than his years. He’s just so skinny all of a sudden, and looks really quite skeletal. Last night he didn’t eat all of his dinner, refused to get up for his bedtime milk, which is pretty much unheard of, and just looked so … dull. But this morning he seems a lot brighter, ate his breakfast (and some of Sid’s) with enthusiasm, enjoyed his foam bath2 and was eager for his walk.
Possibly this contributed to the frivolity which ensued as we approached our house on the way home.
Me: ‘Oh look, there’s the post lady!’
OH: ‘Yes, she’s late today, isn’t she?’
Me: ‘We may have some post, after all.’
OH: ‘It’ll be a bill. Oh, you might get something else. You’re always getting post … but I suppose I don’t really do post like you do.’
Me: ‘Mmm… It might be my new CD!’
OH: ‘What new CD?’
Me: ‘The Great Nef!’3
OH (Sighing): ‘Haven’t you got enough yet?’
Me: ‘I could be facetious and say ‘You can Neffa have enough!”
OH: ‘Ha! That’s a very good pun.’
OH (Muttering disconsolately) ‘And it should have been mine!‘
And Jeffie? He seems to be back to his usual self, thank goodness!
1 And with people , too, for that matter. I could name some names … but I won’t.
2 A while ago the vet gave me (Ha! Gave me and charged me for it .. ) a kind of foam shampoo for dogs called Ermidrá. You squirt foam all over them and rub it well into the coat, then a couple of minutes later, brush it out. Their fur comes up so beautifully shiny and clean, and it keeps Jeffie’s dandruff in check. Both Sid and Jeff really love the massage that comes along with it.
3 ‘The Great Nef’ is what OH calls my new favourite Italian singer. His name is really Giovanni Pellino, but he goes by the stage name of ‘Neffa’. Neffa doesn’t seem to have a translation in Italian, but in English a nef is ‘an elaborate table decoration in the shape of a ship for holding such things as table napkins and condiments’ Somehow I don’t think Sr. Pellino meant that.
If you so wish, you can hear one of my favourite Neffa songs here. It’s about the end of a relationship as far as I can tell, and he goes on and on about how he’s not going to miss her. Uh-uh. Not at all. Yah boo sucks to her, and so on.