Hi there, it’s me, the Mighty Cairn Terrier Sushi.
It is a cool but sunny spring day here at Fields of Athenry … little baby lambs bouncing around in the sun under my watchful eye … Mrs. B., my master, greeting farm guests and doing what she does best – attending to every detail of this beautiful farm and farm shop life. But despite the daily spring gala ‘round here, I’m kinda feeling a little invisible. I mean, do you ever feel like a prune? Right now I feel like a prune!
My dad use to sing to me a silly song and I can’t get it out of my head right now: “A baby prune is like his Dad, but he’s not wrinkled quite so bad. Prunes have wrinkles on their face, prunes have wrinkles every place!” Yepper; now, how could my life be so bad that I would want to be a prune you ask? Well, let me tell you; it’s all about that stage-stealing farm bull mastiff that I love but envy at times – Clover! You would think the world stopped because she is turning two years old. Oh, and did I mention that Miss Clover’s birthday is on Mrs. B’s third favorite holiday of the year outside of Christmas and Easter. Yepper; you guessed it – her queenship’s B-day is on Saint Paddy’s day, this coming March 17th. The dog isn’t even Irish! She’s English for goodness sake and you know how the English felt about the Irish – so how this is all going down is beyond me! Clover this and Clover that. The dog can do no wrong. It is so annoying.
Seriously, I think Mrs. B has gone out of her mind! She is throwing a birthday bash for a dog! You have got to be kidding me I said, but no one listens to me anymore. I’m just a salt and pepper wiry haired Cairn Terrier with a bright toothed grin, but I don’t feel much like grinning. No one even notices me anymore. I am so sad. I am going to trot off down to the barn and be miserable all by my lonesome, I guess … Oh no! Here’s that silly goose! “HONK! HONK!” Go away Gnarly Gander, I don’t feel like talking to you or anybody else! “Sushi; what’s wrong little man?” Gnarly asked. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong! Everything is all about Clover, notices me anymore. Clover this and Clover that.” “Awe, Sushi, you know Mrs. B. and everyone loves you; but more than that Clover is crazy about you! Just the other day Clover asked me “What do you think SUSHI thinks I would look best in during my birthday festivities? A green hat?” she asked? With green clovers and the kind of sparkly things Sushi loves to see on me? Sushi is always so good to me … I just want to look perfect for Sushi during my birthday party! I owe a lot to that little Carin Terrier, you know. I don’t talk about it much, but I do owe a lot to Sushi … even on the day I’m supposed to be celebrated, I owe a lot to Sushi.”
Well, that did it. I looked at Gnarly Gander, a glint of tear in my eye and said, “You know, when one of us is down, here on the farm, another one of us always knows how to lift us up, remind us we are part of a plan, part of a family. Thanks, Gnarly, for reminding me of that. It’s not about one of us, it’s about all of us. Now, what do all of you out there reading this think Clover wants for her birthday?”
I think Clover would love for all of you to join us in celebrating her birthday – Come to Fields of Athenry Farm, Saturday, March 17! We will celebrate Clover and Saint Paddy, from 11:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m. at which time Mrs. B. will be putting all the animals to bed and then her tired feet up! It does feel good to lift my little Cairn terrier spirit to celebrate in Clover’s joy … how could I have been so selfish? Won’t you join me in our farm family celebration? (Get directions & RSVP at www.fieldsofathenryfarm.com)
We need those RSVP’s because Clover freaks out when we run out of sausage and beer – she really is an Irish Lass at heart!
So for now, I bid farewell with an Irishman’s toast; sláinte mhaith “cheers and to good health” to all and to all my love … Sushi.