Dear Reader, I think that it would be fair to say that I have not slept a wink in the last week. I have been simply TOO excited about the house and our move. Getting back to normal every day life has proven quite tricky after the whole house buying Easter weekend and Jerry and I keep pinching ourselves about the whole thing. As if moving to the countryside wasn’t enough to get our heads around, my new man arrives on the 20th! Don’t worry dear Reader, I have not traded Jerry in…. I am referring to our little pup. A rather handsome young chap in the shape of a working cocker spaniel. Meeting him for the first time on Good Friday was absolutely wonderful and it was love at first sight for all of us. Poppy was utterly smitten with all the pups in the litter and even lay down with them on their bed. Very sweet indeed!
Wanting to be completely prepared, the girls and I have been very busy buying puppy essentials: honking pheasant toy, clicker, whistle, pheasant print bed, puppy food and so on. Hilariously, one can even purchase a baby carrier type affair for pooches and a DOGGY PRAM no less! I promise, I resisted those! I did discover, however, all manner of wonders at Muddy Paws and a new favourite for all things hound and country at Dog and Dobbin. I think that I am likely to get completely carried away with the puppy accessories before long, both for dog and home. Don’t tell Jerry! Primrose wanted to purchase a tweed overcoat for the dear boy. This was after steering her away from pink leads and anything encrusted in diamanté. The coat was rather stylish but I do draw the line at dressing up dogs. The poor hound must be allowed to walk the country paths with some dignity!
I have also been frantically reading up on training and am armed with heaps of newspaper for the inevitable piddle puddles. Jerry and I have debated what we will say when we take him out for a pee. The puppy book says “Busy”…. I really can’t imagine saying that so I thought “Whizzy whizz”. Jerry has bluntly refused to say anything “that ridiculous” and thinks that “Go and have a wee” should suffice. At time of going to press, I can inform you, dear Reader, that no compromise had been reached.
I was going to wait until the 20th to introduce him to you but honestly, I am awful at keeping things to myself and I am just bursting with excitement. So here he is. Introducing Montague, the new man in our lives. Monty for short.
No doubt there will be many adventures in the countryside with this little man, dear Reader.