I’ve always been pretty indifferent to pets, not overly worried either way. As a kid we had a cat, a dog (for a while), goldfish, budgerigars, probably a school gerbil, I can’t remember, but I never felt the need of fluffy company in adult life.
Yet, ever since my daughter learnt to speak a dog was always on the radar, with strong backing from the dog-loving-other-half I was always under pressure, and have done bloody well to hold out for, well about 9 years 😆🐶.
In fact last year we made the decision, well I was outvoted, to start the search for a puppy. This was almost certainly going to have to come in from the UK, so I had family feelers out there looking for breeders, and this year we would have added a pet to our family.
A small dog, non-shedding, easy to manage and one we were able to transport around was the pick — Mini Dachshund, French Bulldog, Corgi, Boston Terrier were all on the list.
So far, so good. But then as the COVID-19 shutdown took hold, it became very clear that us getting a puppy in from the UK this year was looking impossible. My daughter, who had been as patient as patient could be, was understanding, but with a look of inevitably that she was never going to get the puppy she craved.
Three weeks ago however she found out that one of the swim team Mum’s breed’s labradors, and 6 weeks earlier had a litter of seven chocolate boy’s…. they live around the corner, and there was one left!
And you know the rest….. Not a breed that was ever on a list, and a lot more dog than
we me wanted, but a beautiful, family loving and faithful new member of the household nonetheless.
Say hello to Rolo, who arrived yesterday.