When we are alone together all she does is stare at me. Oh, those deep brown eyes!
She doesn't say a word. She lets me do all the talking. I like to talk in complete sentences, in whatever language I choose. With her I get to complete my sentences, no matter how long they are.
I think she misses me all the time - whether I'm gone for a day or for a whole week.
As soon as my 4 x 4 reaches the main gate of The Farm she'll be there waiting, all excited, in her shining black coat. I can see that she's a little short of breath - she must have dropped whatever she was doing and rushed to greet me. She would make the appearance no matter where she was before I arrived. There is this uncanny ability to recognize the sound of my car amongst the other vehicles that pass by The Farm.
As I open the gate and let myself in she would walk briskly by the car's side, and occasionally sprints ahead, as if to check that the way is clear, as I drive up the hill to the farm house. It reminds me of a police motorcade escort.
She doesn't cook or wash, but would stay up all night to guard the property. Sometimes you can hear her chase after a squirrel or a wild boar in the stillness of the night. You can't feel much safer with her around, even though you are in the wilderness. You know that she'll protect you, even with her life if she has to.
She appreciates that I took her away from that crowded home to this sanctuary where she has acres to roam. She appreciates too that I got her a companion, found abandon and shivering with cold on a dark rainy night.
I know she loves me - unconditionally.
As I walk around the farm she would at first walks alongside me, then moves away and leaves me alone, but never venturing too far away, her eyes always watchful and on the lookout for intruders.
Meet Ella, man's best friend and my Bodyguard:
|Here with her soul-mate 'M'|
|When she's not tormenting the chickens...|
|she'll be playing the fool with M|