From where I sit - March 23rd, 2012
Dolly | A Tribute to a Fine Friend
This week ends a sad one as the sun sets over the waves at Palm Beach. This week we lost my fine friend and like-minded spirit, Dolly.
Dolly was the exception to the rule, every rule.
Especially my rule about Jack Russell Terriers, around which I normally leave a wide berth when encountering one, unplanned, on the street, in the cafe or at the beach. This is after a particularly nasty run-in with one at the dog park many years ago, although I believe I came off, if not the winner, at least with my dignity still properly intact.
But Dolly was not your typical Jack Russell.
Dolly and I met when her owners, Leah and Tom were walking her at the beach. And so were Rafti, PC and I. She was dashing in and out of the waves, and then performing a full sidewise somersault, to achieve a ‘crumbed Dolly’ effect – something I can’t hope to do with my fine curls.
She was a fun-loving, knockabout ruffian, but Dolly was also cultured and so a natural soulmate for moi in many ways.
Like me, she had a voracious appetite for literature, preferring Italian to French, and a favourite spot overlooking the beach to read, and while away the days in the afternoon sun.
Your place will stay warm in the sunshine; we won’t forget you, Dolly.