When I first got Yanky, I had some serious doubts about whether I had done the right thing. While the bond seemed to form quickly for him, I did not feel myself making the same connection. The fact that it took so long for he and Gemma to co-exist just added to my woes.
Then I got sick. All I wanted to do was stay in bed. I felt like I was doing Yanky such a disservice by not being able to take him out and exercise and train him like I should. Part of me wanted to call in the cavalry to take him off my hands, so that I could concentrate on getting better. Nothing like taking a dog out late at night and early in the morning when it is cold, and have the sniffles.
I could not do it, though. I felt that if I asked someone to look after him then, I might not want him to come home again once I was better. I cannot compare him to any other dog I have had – even Fayth. But it was getting to me that I did not feel for him like I had previous dogs.
After this afternoon, there is no doubting that bond. He is my child and I will protect him.
Victor picked us up as usual from work, and off we went to Woolworths to fetch a delivery. As usual, we had to wait outside. Victor parked in the glaring heat. I did not ask him to move, thinking we would not take long. Next thing I know, he has opened the back door and taken Yanky for a walk. That, I can handle. But when he came back and told me he had let Yanky off leash. In a park, without fencing, in front of a road with frequent traffic …
He can thank his lucky stars that Yanky did not run off. That I could not get hold of him. That I need him as a driver still, so bit my lip and told him to never do it again. Then he told me that I disappoint him. That he has had a dog before. Beside the point. This is a specially trained dog, not a pet (something I have tried to explain before). I added that this dog was worth over R50,000 and if something had to happen, there is no way in hell Yanky would listen to him.
All of a sudden, I am very protective of my impulsive, donkey-brained idiot of a dog. He can act stupid sometimes, but I love him to bits and will not trade him for anything in the world. Why else do you think I am going through such great lengths to ensure his safety at the house?