Its that feeling you get, A feeling that you cant describe, A feeling of loving something unconditionally, Its the kind of love that you cant find in your average chick flick film, The kind you cant find in a romantic novel.
Its the kind that has to grow, to mold, to care. Its the kind which grows from this small thing,this small vulnerable thing that needs your wisdom, your protection. Its the kind that has to be nurtured, And requires you give it all it needs to grow to its full potential. There is nothing that compares to it, compares to motherhood. You don't know the feeling exists until you look down at him and are filled with joy, and warmth and fuzziness. He looks you for leadership, for guidance and to teach him right from wrong. He comforts you with his love, and treasures you with his whole heart. He is there for you in a way that no one else ever could be, In a way that says 'Hey look at me, I'm super cute and because I'm super cute i can get away with running like a crazy animal with your nickers in my mouth around the garden' Or In away that says 'Hey look at me, Ive just dug the flower bed up in the garden, but because I'm super cute it doesn't matter'. He is a constant companion that is consistently loyal and is able to put a smile on your face no matter what. From muddy paws on cream carpets to curling up by your feet on a winters night. To head tilts, and tale wags and eyes that ask for more treats. From paw nudges to looks that say 'Hey mum, please share some of your big mac meal with me'. Its all love, the unconditional love a mother feels for her fury baby. Motherhood is something you cant simply explain. Motherhood is being willing to put your baby's needs and wants before your own. Motherhood is being able to stay calm and patient when all you want to do is scream, Motherhood is being willing to rise to the challenge of caring for a life, a life which needs to be nurtured, to be grown. In return of your unconditional care, your baby will reward you with their unconditional love, a love which touches you and makes you smile in ways you never thought possible. A true bond which remains unbreakable, and a love which will continue until the grave. Written by Jess Wilkins
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Below is a collection of stories that have been inspired by my doggy best friend. I have accumulated these stories over the past 10 months of being a dog mum. They are written from the perspective of a dog, and have been influenced by the true events of my puppy training months. I hope they provide you with a smile, a laugh and a bit of joy! The Flying Object . Mm I luff dayz like dis, lying in the shade, rolling in grass...mmm heavenly. I’m outside, and I’m playing with ball, he's da best. When I tried to roll da ball over to my hooman earlier, she ignored me, she was too busy basking in da yellow stuff (fink it's called da sun). Pfft hoomans, they lose sight of what’s mega important in life, Like playing fetch with me. Like duh, da sun is good, but playing is da best. You know, it can be woofin frustrating sometimes, rolling da ball back and forth ova and ova again, but no response. I mean, it might be to do with da fact that every time I try roll da ball to my hooman, I take it off her before she gets chance to throw it. But still, where’s da fun in that? Its all about da chase duh. So here I am, lying on da fresh cut grass under da long line mum puts clothes on; But wait…What is that? Is it a bird? A ball? Has my hooman finally decided to throw da ball? There’s a shadow, and its swinging. My tail begins to wag as I try stand on my hind legs to be standy boy, to see what da hell is going on; And there’s this object, and its swinging somehow. I want to see what it is, but it’s too high. It’s looks woofin fun! I want it, whatever it is… its so woofin high? I barking, Maybe if I be standy boy ill reach it. What if its food? What if its CHICKEN? Oh lord I love the chicken, come here sweet chicken, come to me! I jump da highest I’ve ever jumped in my life and manage to knock da swinging object off with my nose. I’m getting really excited now! My tail is mooving in an incontrollable way. I give it a sniffle, but it doesn’t smell like chicken, it doesn’t smell like a gravy bones either. Did I just waist all my woofin time trying to reach for something that isn’t food? it smells like, like nothing… I’ll chew it! Its crunchy. It seems to have got my hoomans attention, she wants the crunchy thing. But I gots it, it's mine now. I lift my bum up and lay front paws right down, I look like I’m about to pounce. And she chases me, round and round da garden. ‘Doogle, leave it.’ ‘Doogle Drop.’ Ha! I am not going to listen to you, Hooman! I zoom around da garden, the fastest I’ve ever zoomed, and she’s chasing me, and dee excitement is just far too much! I keep going, round and round in circles till I hear a skid and a scream. I looks at her and tilt my head. She looks really angry now. She also seems to be laying on da floor. What odd behaviour, has she turned part dog? I go over to her and lick her face, she tastes salty, and looks up at me raising those fluffy things above her eyes (I think she calls them woof brows?) ‘You Doogle, are a nightmare.’ The Cloud Creatures I am laying on dee back seat of da four-wheeled box, and I am not happy. We’ve been driving around in this thing for yeaaaarrs. To top it off, I didn’t even get a walkies this morning, I mean… how woofin unfair is that? Not even a walk. Don't know why though, that morning I woke up my hooman by licking her face. It was one of those days where she was still in da house, which meant I had the FULL day with her! But then she had gotten out of bed and not taken me for my morning walk and well…my plans were out the window! I’d refused to eat my breakfast, just to shows her! Now I’m sat in da back of dee metal box feeling even more bored than I did when I was homes. We're diving down da windy roads and it seems like we have been driving down da same road for the whole of my 7 puppy lives. Then we stop. And I stand on my hind legs to be da standy boy, to see where we might be, and I can see tree’s and hills And more tree’s And more hills And more tree’s And More Hills! and is that… is that… A river!! SWEET HOLLY PUPPY BALLS IT’S A RIVER! My tail starts to wag in a wildy fashion and I begin to whimper at da window, scratching at it...I NEED TO GET OUTS! I am released and Dee excitement is too much, I begin practically dragging my hooman down da hill. It’s like we are having some kind of tug and war, but with da lead. I want to get in that woofin sweet cold river. I keep pulling until She slips and skids down the hill… ‘DOOGLE!’ she screams…and da look in her eye tells me she’s mad a bits… I stir at her, tilting my head. Then I hear something, somethins far away, and my nose twitches. can smell something, something interesting. It smells a mixture between dirt, and straw and...fox poop! From fars away, I hear a noise. I turn from my hooman and run da fastest zooms I think I have ever run. Da lead snaps, and I hear her calling me, but I’m woofin free. Where is dat smell? I take off howling to da wind like a dog running free. Aint no hooman going to call me back, not till I know what that smell is. Then I see it, a heard of them. Their big, And their fluffy, Their legs are quite tall, and their bodies look like da white fluffy things you see in da sky! And there’s that smell again. My trusty tail is whirling around in circles, and I feel a giddy feeling in my stomach. I hop up to da strange creatures like I am part deer. I bow down, in my prancing position and it hits me, the urge to chase. I run around with da creatures like a maniac on crack and begin herding them like I'm their woofing master. IT DE BEST TIME! There are big patches of lovely smelling brown slops for me to roll around in and this feels like heaven. I am having a whale of a time, chasing these fluffy clouds with legs and barking at them to get into line! They seem to be responding quite well to my commands. Maybe I should consider changing my lifelong career as a house dog and become a world-famous herding dog. Then I see her from afar, my hooman... she looks weirds. There is twigs in her hair, and mud splatters on her trousers. Has she been rolling in da slop too? Her nostrils seem to be flaring and her eyes look big and wet. ‘Doogle! Doogle come back!’ I am needed! I rush over to her, panting as I do, flying through da field. Sooper dog! I lose my footing at some point and roll down a hill, then summersault back into action. And there I sit, right at her feet, panting like a woofing lunatic. She looks down at me and cries, putting her wet arms around me. ‘I thought I lost you’ she says snuggling into my fur, she pulls back quite quickly. ‘I think you need a bath’ She stands up and puts her hands on her hips, sniffing herself as she does ‘I think we both do.’ The Cow Pat I’m laid on my back, my legs are spread wide and I’m quite comfy. I’ve just had da most woofindaful snoozles, dreaming of chasing da pigeons. I roll onto my side and stretch my long legs in front of me. I turn to see one of my hoomans. She seems to be making some kind of grunting noise, I try to lick her face, because it tastes soo woofin good but there is no response. I hear a noise and spring to action, jumping offs da bed I land onto all fours. My other hooman has walked in and my tail is going round and round like a merry go round, I’m jumping up at him. Hey! Hey, Hey! Hey Hooman look at me!! Hey!! I love you!! Heyy!!! ‘Hello Doogie’ he says, and I’m rolling around on da floor like a crazy animal. ‘Shall we go for a walk’ I tilt my head and that one word is enough to send me spinning out of control, I bounce of the bed and practically fly down the stairs. WALKIES YES BABY! My Hooman is not too far behind me, he puts on my trusty lead and away we go. I love mornings like this going out for a walk whilst spending some quality time with my boy hooman, it’s like a lads night out… but in the woofin woods. We get to a large open space of fields and I’m let free, prancing around da field like a reindeer on speed. My hooman is up ahead, and my nose is alive, exploring all that’s around me. I sit like a standy boy and lift my nose in da air. I can smell something, Something that smells so bad, it's good! what is it? I don’t think it’s food, It isn’t that kind of smell It’s something strong, something hoomans would probably find very bads. I keep exploring, and... Oh boy! Is it? Oh lord! I think it is! Some more brown slops!! But this one is different… maybe cow slops? COW SLOPS! I run at full speed and dive into da patch of cow slops. I roll around, bathing myself in da scent of it and it is delightful, I begin eating it. Lapping up as if it’s the first time I’ve ever eaten anything. I get all giddy and start zoomsing around the field, finding more patches of sweet cow slops to roll around in! it is glorious. I look down at myself and realise that my white fur is no longer white and I now smell like cow slops! Up ahead I hear my hooman calling me, but he doesn’t sound happy. ‘DOOGLE! COME HERE!’ I trot over to him, looking down and feeling sorry for myself. He clips me back on my lead and takes me homes. Once we arrive back at the manor, I have been taken straight upstairs and put into da white round tub, my hooman begins running da water... Oh lord… this can only mean one thing. BATH TIME! I HATES bath time. I try to wriggle free, but he has a firm grip on me. I must get out of this woofin tub… I HATE being clean! I dont want to turn into some kind of woofin fluffy poodle! He turns to reach for da shampoo, and I takes my opportunity. I leap out of da bath and run into da bedroom where my girl hooman is sleeping. I jump onto da sheets, waking her up as I do, and roll around in da nice, white clean covers trying to get myself dry. She shoots out of bed and looks at me kinds a scarily. ‘Doogle! What on earth have you done!’ I sit down and tilt my head, looking around as I do. Da covers look like me!! and they smell like me too!! There’s floaty white fluffy things flying in the air, I try to catches them in my mouth. I look up to them both, and they look quite mad. I lay down on my front pulling my best puppy eyes. And they can’t resist the powers of my cuteness. HAH, gots them. My hoomans look at me ‘Come on Doogle, let’s get you clean.’ Written By Jess Wilkins It's hard to keep creative in times like these. I know many creatives who have taken this time to work on their craft create music, movement, theatre and write. However, this has not come with ease. Its tricky to stay focused with a pandemic happening and as creatives we are constantly keeping engaged with the world around us and it's pretty tricky to write anything that isnt just sad when that's your source material.
Indeed, in many ways creativity has already considered what might happen during a pandemic. You only need to look at the plethora of books, films and documentaires (which yes I include on this list), to know that weve already considered and acted out ways in which the world may respond to something like this. I wouldn't be surprised if next year many theatre students portray a version of events and art students make installations of this. They will, through research, look way back before Covid 19 in order to understand it. But what about now? If like myself you've been struggling to be creative it's time to feed your creative mind. There is this strange panic amongst creative people to make something, we never get time like this and we feel the urge to do something with it. These thoughts need to ge acknowledged but we shouldn't beat ourselves up over all of this. I dont know about you but i've experienced those moments where things seem normal amongst all this chaos. After all, we have been in lockdown for over 3 weeks by now so you've started to create some kind of a routine. When I get this 'normal' feeling I urge myself to pick up a pen and think away. When I just dont want to acknowledge what's happening around me I pick up a book and I discover someone else's creative thinking, which in turn feeds mine. We all get told that reading is a great form of escapism but I'm starting to believe theres more in it. That statement simply suggests it only helps you escape from reality. When I've come to the conclusion that whilst that's true it helps me to understand my reality more. Particularly books around issues that effect us deeply, you start to gain more perspectives and voices to help you gain a better understanding. I picked up Matt Haig's book Reasons to Stay Alive and he outlines the power of reading so effectively, acknowledging that it's an amazing form of escapism whilst also outlining it can do so much more. I'm only about 5 weeks in of my diet of consistant reading and it's by far one of the healthiest things I've ever done. In those moments when I'm reading I see more and I can see beyond this. I know reading isnt for everyone but I'm urging you to indulge in something you like but wouldn't normally have time for. I rarely finish a book and I'm happy to say I've finished 4 and half way through five. It's hard to create something new, so try, and if you dont make anything, forgive yourself. Try when you get the energy to. I didnt know if I would and beat myself up over it and then let go of the fear of not making something but then I suppose I've just written this. Written by Eibhlis O'Malley |
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