Earlier this year we dipped our toe into Dog Ownership.
It didn’t end well. The level of destruction wrought by the clearly disturbed rescue dog was quite considerable. Jane decided that one bonkers lady in the house was enough and Charlotte was returned to the care of “Foster Parents.”
For me, the timing was less than ideal, and her departure added to an already significant emotional burden. On reflection handing her back was the sensible choice, Jane was constantly on edge, and I was oblivious to the long term challenges of dealing with a powerful and unstable hound.
A chance encounter with an adorable dog called Jake, had however sown the seeds, and pet ownership was not ruled out completely. So working on the principle that bringing up a Puppy is far easier than dealing with a psychotic animal capable of ripping out your throat, that is exactly what we are doing……Jane found a breeder with a healthy litter of gorgeous pups and we started negotiations.
As a result, on Friday, we welcomed into the Aston home, “Chewie” an almost impossibly cute Labrador / Poodle cross, with just a hint of Wookie.
He is eight weeks old, nine inches tall, and he does a cute little jump when he gets excited.
It may be selfish, but I have to admit that I have high hopes for the therapeutic qualities of having Chewie around. I’m already addicted to feeling his head resting gently on my leg as he snuggles up for one of his many naps.
My biggest fear now is that somehow it doesn’t work out, because I’m already feeling he is a much loved part of my family.
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