My mental health has been called into question many times before. And most of the time people have been right. But this time I know I’m not seeing things! At least I think I’m not.
Anyway, this all stems from discussing with Eva the possibility of getting a pet. This has been going on for a while. Eva has her heart set on a cat. I think they’re deviant, vicious and often more intelligent than me. Which worries me. I want a dog. A big, lumbering, cuddly, mentally dim, fluffy kinda dog. But Eva isn’t interested because they have to be walked and minded etc. So we have a stalemate!
When I moved here and was living in the hostel I walked past a house with a garden on my way to and from work. Every so often there was a small yet perfectly formed golden lab scurrying round the garden, sniffing and licking things as dogs usually do. It was the perfect dog.
So one morning when Eva had moved over I managed to steer our walk past the garden to point out the dog and make her realise the error of her ways! However the dog wasn’t there, nor has it ever been there when Eva is with me. She now believes that this dog is a figment of my imagination!
I think it may be linked to a traumatic experience in my earlier formative years. My parents got my a thorough bred labrador pup from a friend of the families. This was a beautiful dog (from the photos as I was five at the time and can’t remember it really). But I was petrified of it. My Mum had to push me outside to play when it was roaming free. I spent ages at the top of my slide where it couldn’t get to me!! The dog was returned to the friend and I slowly recovered from the dog trauma. Only now I realise what a muppet I was.
Anyhoo, regarding the dog in Basel, I’m thinking of setting up a webcam monitoring the garden until I get proof it exists.
I know I’m not crazy and nor am I. Really?