I'm not going to bother you with all the details, but - I had and still have a lot of problems to continue working on Blogger.
So - it didn't take long before she went to sleep in her dog-bed.
For at least one full hour she slept then very soundly.
My hubby detested *this job enormously, but he did it with joy - or rather said -with 'less reluctance' - when Pipke joined him. And of course, you didn't have to ask her to help. From the moment she saw a shovel or any other garden tool she was there to assist!
(actually it was rather a daily routine) I strolled with her through the garden.
Playing with my zipper!
We spoke 'Quacks'.
While we heard that tune I often said to her: “listen Pipke, what's that”, and then I also hummed the tune. Then she nodded her head – to the left - to the right – with short movements. She always seemed to be amazed that I hummed the same tune.
In fact, we wondered if she recognized it as the same.
Pipke's head peeping through my long hair.
It seemed almost if she was wearing a wig!
It almost seemed as if she said: 'there is one here, quick!'
(About the tune: actually *that was the tune in her younger years. Later in her life the tune would change and it has finally given a very special touching meaning for me. I will tell you about it later in the story.)