Last year a family tragedy saw us caring for a very old Labrador dog called Jaffa. We became totally smitten with this affable, cooperative black pooch. He slept a lot, did as he was asked and was a total charmer. After 6 months the inevitable happened and we were left bereft. We needed another dog.
Last week we visited a handsome 11 month old black Labrador that looked like a seal with his shiny black coat. His orange eyes looked at us pleadingly and he seemed very sad and lifeless and his tail did not move. He’d been locked up in a shed all of his short life and he needed a good home. Poor little sod, we said, he’s had a terrible start let’s have him. Within one hour we were home with him and his worldly goods – a collar, a lead and a chewed plastic toy. We have called him Teddy.
I thought I knew all about dogs, having had a 14 year old dog for 6 months. I realise I know nothing. My husband knows even less. On entering our house last Sunday Teddy turned from pathetic to manic. He explored our house at speed, nose on overdrive, drinking from the toilet, rushing into the lounge and to my horror peeing up the curtains and into the sky digital box. As I rushed to grab him he side stepped me and jumped on to the coffee table scattering all in his wake. I have a feeling that we have made a decision that is about to change our life.
Good job we love dogs!