Growing up my family had budgies, my grandparents had budgies, I can barely keep a plant alive! I’ve not ever had a great love of animals; I haven’t had any desire to own fish, no rodents or reptiles of any kind and definitely did not have a desire to have a cat or a dog. The hair, the slobber etc. just does not appeal to me. Until I met my partner, who let’s just say has ruined me! The person I once was has evolved into the person I don’t recognise. He has always owned a dog from a Doberman to a Rottweiler, usually raised from a puppy up until the end. His last dog was Rottweiler, this hulking beast of an animal who came up to my waist was a puppy deep down inside unless he didn’t like you or didn’t know you then depending on if you were an intruder or a non-threatening person a few treats and a firm voice could sway him to your side. Sadly this loveable creature became quite unwell and became paralysed and the unthinkable had to be considered and a very hard decision was made. I had known this dog for over a year and her recognised me every time I came to the house, would sit with me and tell me off when I would stop fussing over him. This is not me, I do not behave like this with animals, or at least I didn’t but something about this dog just tugged at my heart strings. Don’t get me wrong I still washed my hands a million times after running my fingers through his thick coat of hair and needed to use a lint brush after being covered in said dog hair but he was still one of the first people I would say hello to in the house.
When the end came it was a private moment and I wasn’t sure if my partner would want me there as I hadn’t know the doggy as long as the rest of the family but was touched that he wanted me there at the vets with him and other family members. Not going to lie, I was probably worse than everyone else a blubbering mess, I still feel I should replace the box of tissues at the vets based on the amount of tissues I singlehandedly went through. It was one of the most horrible and heart-breaking things I have ever experienced.
Can you guess where this is going?
My partner has always had a dog for companionship, friendship and security. Going through the options when deciding future dog a few boxes needed to be ticked.
- limited slobbering
- limited hair moulting tendencies
- child friendly
- formidable guard dog
Proud co-owner of a gorgeous playful puppy
I am the proud co-owner of a gorgeous playful puppy who will grow into an equally lovable and trained the right way a, protective adult dog, I am so excited.
When my partner and I initially went to see all the see the puppies for sale at the breeders we had a few choices but settled on one particular pup. During this process I’ve learnt that buying a puppy or any dog is not as simple as popping into your local supermarket and picking one of the shelf. There is the breed, the family line, who are the parents, any history of illnesses, disabilities etc then there is such a thing called stud dogs, all of this was a complete education for me. This all explains that before making a final decision and parting with money partner wanted to see the dad with whom the breeder is friends with and would also be at a dog that just so happened to be taking place that same weekend. The breeder brought along the puppies to the show, as you can imagine cute fluffy puppies garnered a lot of attention so thought in order to protect our interests it was necessary to get our future pup out of the shared pen so other potential owners new it was off limits, I wasn’t quite tall enough to lean over but decided to give it a go anyway and nearly fell in the pen trying to get hold of my pup. I’ve turned into one of those crazy puppy women!
The puppy will live with my partner as he won’t be left on his own during the day, my partner is also the most experienced to train him. I am still working up to being able to pick up his poop, I know I will have to do this eventually I’m just not there yet.
All I know is I talk about this puppy as if he is a child and if anyone was to hurt him, let’s just say there would be some serious consequences. Researching into getting the right deworming and defleaing products that won’t make him ill; some on the negative online reviews were enough to cause nightmares. Then there are the toys, blankets and getting the right food that doesn’t cost a small fortune. If this is a fraction of what parenthood could be like I don’t think my young / old ticker can take the stress and worry.