If you are a regular reader of this blog you will know that our family enjoys walking. Second Daughter and I regularly go and look for fairies and other wonders in the forest, we have our favourite parks and at the weekend Sexy Hubby joins us. However I always had the sentiment that we should do this more and discover other places than our beloved haunts too. Well, we are about to get a lot more walks fitted into our lives.
A couple of weeks ago the three of us went to a friends’ party. My friend’s dog was there too, to Second Daughter’s delight. We had taken the Macbook and a couple of films for her but she regularly came back to the kitchen to spend time with the dog. My friend and I were having a chat, as well as a couple of tequila shots. And that is when Second Daughter asked me – yet again – whether we could have a dog too. And I said: “Yes, it is a very good idea”.
Now there is no need for you all to start to feel horrified that we would make such a decision on a whim, in a merry mood at a party. We are quite responsible people, and the dog subject we had already been discussing intensively for over a year. Sexy Hubby always wanted one and has experience, having taken care of his parents’ Airedale Terrier a lot. I had to stop myself getting one when Lovely Rabbit died last autumn, because I did not want to rush into it as a reaction to the sadness we all felt. We also did a lot of research about what breed would be best for our family as we live in a very nice penthouse flat with lots of space, but which is not a house all the same. The conclusion was that a beagle would be perfect.
The day after the party, inevitably Second Daughter’s first question at the breakfast table was: “What do we do about the dog, then?”. The discussion lasted a long time. I was quite adamant about what I was prepared to do or not and the fact that having a animal would be a team effort and not Mummy’s task only. Sexy Hubby said we should put everything in writing and all sign it. Second Daughter volunteered for the morning walk, “especially at the weekend since I am always the first one up”, and said she would write the contract (she did, then rolled it and tied it with a “packed with love” ribbon). Then we started looking at ads on-line.
Do you believe in signs? I do. So when the first ad we read told us that this beagle-dachshund puppy, who had started life by being found in a rubbish bag with his two sisters, was looking for a home we knew we had found our dog. This was further confirmed when we rang the number given and the lovely lady told us that he was coming from… Greece. My sister lived in Greece for a few years, rescued a cat there from the streets and took him with her when she moved back from Switzerland. This lady is Greek herself and works with an animal shelter there. She came with a colleague to meet us last week and we passed the test! We are going to visit Cute Doggy next Monday and bring him back with us on Wednesday or Thursday, after he has had all the necessary tests and jabs.
Our household is in total “dog fever”. Second Daughter and I have been dog shopping together and Sexy Hubby has found an organic dog food supplier nearby. What we could not find – or did not like – in shops we ordered on-line. Three books – one about puppy training, one about having a healthy dog and one about someone’s experience – are now being read while sitting at our breakfast bar – as you can see! We have been looking at puppy training classes too and are going to make a couple of visits at the weekend.
I had dinner with a friend last night and was telling her the whole story. At the end she said: “Sounds to me that your true feelings about having a dog came out during that party”. I think she is totally right.
You will find more walk stories here: Sticky Fingers.