Our initial introduction was on the farm where I live. At one point no one dared mess with these two. The untouchables. They ruled the property with grace and an iron will. I came to know them as the "Mademoiselles".
They had found there way here via a road of torture and abuse but on the farm they found their solitude and a sense of peace. A resting place, away from the unkindness that had followed them until they found the Finca.
Their days were spent casually sauntering around the property like two Grande Dames misplaced from a period of time but not out of place. Here was their home, a final resting place so to speak. Somewhere to see their days out in a tranquil setting. Well so they thought. Then Lily came to town.
Up until then, there had been Freddy, the Labrador X. A fumbling, bumbling Eeyore type personality with his doe-eyes and sloppy kisses, he was no threat to their perfectly composed life. He fitted in and kept out of their way, usually basking under the sun, his Spanish dosis. Then Lily the Podenco arrived. Her sharp features and intelligent eyes started to watch them but her nervous disposition kept her away - for a time.
As she settled in she soon started to shadow them, as they took their daily strolls. They felt a dark cloud starting to hang over them, the moisture slowly dampening their spirits and their well groomed coats. This erratic little dog had seemed so innocent with her timidness at the beginning but she was quickly becoming their nemesis, a deep and dangerous thorn in their side. It was unsettling and nerve-wrecking. What do to?
The Finca was quickly becoming a jungle. Days were spent silently watching and waiting and Lily prowled the grounds, the nights were even worse. Their senses became heightened, smelling her out. No place was safe with this erratic little dog running around pouncing on them as they were about to sit for supper, chasing them most inelegantly up poles. Grace and dignity were quickly replaced with claws and hissing, quite unsightly and not so endearing for these refined Senoras.
Over time they have regained some of the composure and grace that seemed to desert them so quickly and only time will tell how this drama in their lives pans out. Meanwhile they sit in waiting, watching out for this mad little dog they have called El Niño.
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