After the heartache of the
last two and a half years losing first Tilly, then Indy, I said I could never
go through that again. No more dogs. I also said that about cats after Sammy died, then of course we got Fizz.
Followed by Harley - who doesn't really have daffs growing out of her head!
And at first I thought they'd never get along, but now they're the best of friends and Harley adores her big sister.
Then a week ago today I saw
the pup, Dusty. He’s black and white like Sweep, our first springer and the reason I
fell in love with the breed. He has a white smudge on his nose like Indy and a
lot of white fur like Tilly. But he's most definitely his own person. We've called him Dusty, but still not sure if he's really a Dusty!
He also has his tail left as
nature intended! And his parents – gorgeous, friendly dogs both.
What a difference he’s made.
This has been such a sad house for so long, this little bundle has brought so
much happiness with him. Even the cats have perked up. They keep well out of
his way when he’s having a mad five minutes, but they’ll go to sleep close to
him – not close enough to touch mind you – and they’ll rub noses and they're starting to play with him.
On the day we brought him
home, Harley couldn’t believe her eyes!
I’m getting by on about 4 hours sleep a night. He’s chewed through the phone wire and a pair of crocs (my fault), not to mention fingers, toes, arms, legs, feet….
I’m not getting anything done, but I haven’t felt as happy as this for a long time.
