the ‘furry one’

by firelight

the furry one is officially a grown up and is now 2 years old!  His birthday was on Wednesday.

It is hard to believe that before September 2008, he wasn’t a part of our lives.

the beautiful game

As a kid, I have always had dogs but circumstance made continuing that after I left home difficult.  JC had dogs as a kid too and likes them enormously.

All that said, it was a hard decision to get a dog.  It comes with huge responsibility and dedication and cannot be taken lightly.  You have to be really sure you can do it before you take it on.

first walk in the big bad world

We always take two weeks off to go walking in September and until we bought our little spot in the country, we used to go to my dad’s lovely holiday cottage in middleton in teesdale and walk and walk and walk.  It’s pretty hilly so challenging but it is incredibly beautiful and on the doorstep of my ‘home’.

Now we have the house, we don’t want to go anywhere else and I do miss those wonderful hills.

first paddle in the pond

Our first autumn holiday at our house was a treat in itself even though we were missing out on the hills and then it was made super special when I decided that JC wanted a dog (he truly did) but wouldn’t actually say it. So, while he was washing the car or sanding down the pew (another story), I was busy making calls to people who were advertising jack russell puppies in our area.

a snooze and a cuddle

All the ads were in our local free paper and it covered the whole of the south of the county.  Our criteria was simple:- small (so I could carry it on and escalator on the way into work should the need arise), a dog (because most of the canines he would be mixing with would be males) and we needed to meet the parents before we could decide.

I spoke to some wonderfully interesting and dedicated dog owners.  Some were re-homing a JRT that didn’t fit in with their set up, others had litters, some had youngsters that they couldn’t manage anymore and one was needing a home because his beloved owner had died a few days before.  It becomes sooooooo personal and a decision that is difficult to make with only your head.  I was in danger of starting some kind of JRT refuge if I hadn’t tried to step away from the story a bit.

who me?

Eventually I got chatting to a very friendly, lovely lady called Sue who had a bitch from whom she had produced numerous litters before and reports from the owners of those previous pups were very good. Some owners had come back again for later litters.

I'm wet!

My instinct to believe what she said caused a somewhat raised eyebrow from JC but more often than not my instincts are sound and this time, they were right on the money….

cuddles and a kip

Off we went, with JC objecting to having been dragged away from his projects, to find a relaxed and loving household where these puppies had been born, just outside Skegness.  We heard the adult dogs barking long before we knocked on the door and were  introduced to dad ‘buster’ immediately that the door was answered quickly followed by mum ‘cassie’.

favourite places

JC (the doubter) would have brought Buster home with us if he had been allowed.  He was full of life, fit, fun and infectiously friendly.  Mum was doe eyed, also friendly, gentle and very, very  affectionate.

There were only 2 pups left and the choice was ours.  We had decided which one we wanted from the phone description before we even went there but we had decided that we would have to walk away and start our search again if the parents weren’t nice dogs.

hansom

The parents happened to tick all the boxes and we were going to take home the one with the the two spots on his back and the colour over his ears and eyes.

He settled into a bed that we took with us and slept all the way home.

sand dunes in norfolk

It was a good omen and things haven’t really changed. He cried only one night while he mourned the loss of his mum and sibblings, he was toilet trained almost without effort and he has remained gentle, loving and doe eyed (like his mum) but full of friendliness, fun and energy (like his dad).

There is no doubt he is a clever little thing and without 2 hours of exercise each day (very difficult when the nights are dark and you are busy), he could very easily become a handful.

running on the beach

BUT, he is a joy to have around, massively entertaining, loving and a very well loved in return.

If it is allowed, I admit to loving him very, very much. He is a great addition to our home and the best medicine ever!!

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