Rhys has certainly come of age in the last month or so, the lanky gangling teenager has without fanfare become the long legged, muscled young male with the glee of a toddler and the energy of a volcano kept to 'delight' me:0)
Tomorrow will be the anniversary of Mr Bryn's death and today I found myself watching Rhys and his sister Banon - co conspirator and all round egger on, race around up down in and out through autumn tinged trees and I remembered another dog who loved life just as much and wished the three of them could have played together.
Rhys and Banon have not and will never replace the companion I found in Mr Bryn but they are certainly held in my heart with thanks if sometimes in mind with hysterics. They grow and become as I do also and we continue to learn and come to understanding of each other as the days roll into weeks into months and will be a first yea together in a matter of weeks.
There are still many moments when I question them both being here but get the feeling they don't question it at all and I am learning how to do this through their example and maybe come another year or two I may not question the choice I made to bring two loudly needy puppies in to my home and life.
I cannot pretend that I went to see the litter of puppies after seeing their pictures, I went to meet the pup I now call Rhys, I knew immediately I saw his picture that he and I had some travelling to do together. Banon was and is immediately cute to look at but she did not register with me until I watched and listened to the communication between the two and discovered it was Love-Rhys-Love Banon so home they came. They are very different individuals and run rings round me basically but even though they have tested every ounce of patience and persistence on my part they are part of my life now and even though I may consider finding one or both another home far far away from me or me a home far far away from them on the days of hysterical need, lack of comprehension, loss of control and exhausted winging, which describes my state not theirs, I know to lose one or both from my life would be deeply unsettling in ways even their intelligent chaos cannot begin to touch.
On a day when leaves begin to carpet the ground, temperatures are definitely turning towards the cool and the days grow shorter in light minutes I found watching a young dog enjoying a moment of rest, and, it seemed to me thought, was moment to be thankful for a shared morning midst trees and leaves and racing knowing that the Earth offers support and continuity to all life and all I may endeavour to do is echo that intent towards the lives my life touches especially within my home.