Hopefully some may find this contribution of some interest.

A love story?


I stood to the side, concentrating on my newspaper as others too noticed his discomfort.

Fumbling with the ornate box and ribbon,  the gemstones (not expensive) danced and sparkled in the light, as he gently fastened the clasp at the back of her neck.  She flicked her hair from her eyes and looked upward and gently, remembering every feature of his face and acutely aware of the tear gently falling from his cheek.

She turned, and catching his eye for one last time, entered, as the door clicked gently behind. She held his gaze through the window.


I opened the driver's door and  entered  our vehicle in Nice quietly in the beautiful sunshine of the South of France and engaged first gear, the engine roaring into life. I placed my newspaper on the passenger seat and was aware of her crying quietly in the back. It was not appropriate for me to speak at that time. I accelerated gently looking in my rear view mirror as she held his image gradually diminishing in size and form until we turned a corner leaving us on our own and him, equally on his own but now..........desperately lonely.


Initially she was upset, but after the first few miles, I was aware of her having a drink. Nothing excessive, merely a distraction from the road ahead and a relief from the slight humidity despite the twin air conditioning systems creating their own symphony.


We pulled into the fountain car park just outside Auch, capital of the Gers region and slowly walked, stopping occasionally to enjoy the slight breeze but comfortable in our silence. I did eventually speak but with little response. She was thinking of him, I knew that.


We enjoyed some food, consumed quietly and with distraction in the warm sunshine but soon it was time to leave. I opened her door and as she glanced briefly in my direction, I was aware of her striking beauty but had even greater awareness of her 'gentleness' of nature.


The hotel, having been booked in advance, accepted my credit card without comment. After dinner, we walked in the moonlight beside the lake. I had been here before..........but not with her.


The morning is always difficult but following some breakfast and after a few miles, she fell asleep, which was probably best for both of us.


We passed some of the most beautiful scenes the French countryside had to offer, the engine purring reassuringly and  bringing us towards home.........towards England.


Tunbridge Wells does not change and as we passed the Pantilles, I glanced at the umbrellas and raincoats, my suntan obvious to all.  As we pulled into the graveled driveway, her hair fell back from her eyes as she surveyed what had been once and was now again........home.


We were all aware of the moment she spotted him, standing in jophurs at the stable door, her quiet sob became quite audible to me and the hairs on my neck stood proud. His riding boots shone in the dim light as he opened her door, watching as her tongue moved over her lips, impatiently.


She then leapt into his arms, licking his face furiously and yelping as only a Tibetan terrier can..................so delighted to see her master again.

Another tear did fall down his cheek as he thanked me graciously for my care of his darling Rhana as we drove overland whilst he flew back to Heathrow.

We exchanged numbers and I drove off to my own family............another successful delivery from petsforpet your European and United Kingdom Pan European Pet Transportation Service (PETS). See www.petsforpets.eu

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The Athlete.


He walked like an athlete. Eyes turned  on the track as each muscle and sinew operated in unison. No wasted effort and no wasted burning of precious energy, a machine. He had the elegance of a ballet dancer with similar strength and highly defined musculature.

 Highly honed by hours and hours of daily running, roadwork for stamina and cross-country to lend adaptability but also for a bit of a change, to give him a break, he deserved it…….sometimes.

He was an arrogant sod coming from being faster than his peers, successful and not least, attractive to the ladies.

His diet was strictly controlled with fats, carbs, proteins including all trace elements strictly controlled and calculated, generally by me. He had a sweet tooth and also liked a drink but I was strict.

I saw him watching me from a distance as he took his place but most of the watching eyes were on him.  His strength was obvious, his leg muscle, tendon and sinew relaxed but in tune with his mind which was sharp like a razor and focused.

His stance was elegant, his eyes alert, every part of his body was ready. He had been trained.

A movement to his right proved no distraction, his mind was in the zone, concentrating to the task in hand.

There was no audible sound, only instinct as he exploded in the direction of the far corner. Each part of his body worked as one, his legs powered along each metre, no discernable need for oxygen merely controlled athleticism. He flicked his hair from his eyes as he always did and as was always noticed by those who he enthralled and who found him attractive to the eye.

When the first leap came, it was sparing of energy, powerful yet somehow magnificent, as was his landing which defied description.

He rapidly fell back into synchronous perfection whilst subtly changing direction as required.

Eyes shining and bright knowing of his ability, he appeared to step up a gear and gaining speed, everything else was a blur as he raced towards me.

The ball clamped firmly between his jaws, he slavered uncontrollably as he always did when he played this game. He leapt into my arms from around three feet away, dropping the ball and soaking me with his wet fur and licking tongue. How much pleasure can Rhana, the Tibetan terrier, get from chasing a ball………….I guess a lot!

We then got into the Pan European Transport Service (PETS) known affectionately as PETSFORPETS and set off for Paris and his owner who trusts me on a regular basis to bring his ‘athlete’ back and forward to Edinburgh as they two of them can’t bear to be apart for long. You know something, I understand.



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Ian S. MacMaster Proprietor www.petsforpets.eu




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