Meet Marla

Husbands aren’t renowned for buying the most exceptional presents for their wives and my dad is no exception. He has however exceeded himself in recent years. A trip to New York; a flashy Merc, and, most barking mad of them all, a puppy! How else better to bring a lust for life and energy into our home to mark mum ageing another year?!

It was interesting initially with a cat AND a dog in the house, although it was obvious who ruled the roost. Pepper the cat did. She died shortly after, so full attention fell on Marla. But it didn’t take much attention to notice the little rascal she would become…

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The green gloop gave the game away..

Of utmost importance to Marla is food. That became clear with the pea and ham soup incident within the first few weeks… It was the green gloop running down her face that gave the game away. It’s logical that summer dog walks can be tricky with picnickers scattered across the park and toddlers feeding the ducks. Many tears have been shed due to Marla’s incapability to restrain herself near food. Her favourite victim is the unwitting toddler-usually male- from whom she’s nabbed sandwiches, biscuits, bags of crisps and any bread they may be feeding to the ducks. But it’s not only the juveniles she targets. Early one Sunday morning, a football coach was less than pleased to find his bacon sandwich demolished by Marla. It was my mum who bore the brunt of his anger…

“Wait till I see that dog next time,” he shouted.

But her favourite place for food is the Priory hospital. Hospital food isn’t the tastiest but it hasn’t stopped Marla venturing into their kitchens on several occasions, escaping through the park fence and into the neighbouring hospital grounds. Oh, and the pub. She’s been there too for chicken and chips.

Worth a mention is Marla and her dear friends Black Jack and Casper, our neighbours’ cats. Marla adores them and practically pees herself with excitement every time she spots them sloping idly along the garden fence. Instantly she leaps from the sofa, bombs out the door and to the fence. Quite amazingly, she then springs up and down trying but failing to reach them. Never has and never will she actually get closer than 2 feet to the cats, but that doesn’t dampen her go-get-‘em attitude. Black Jack and Casper peer smugly from the safety of the fence, admiring her perseverance. Or stupidity.

Before Marla, we had always been cat people, so I am familiar with their middle finger attitude. It’s one thing I miss about my feline friends but not enough to give up Marla! She’s like- no, is– a little sister: maddening but the best addition to the family we could ever have wished for.

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