We are NOT getting another dog!
Our beloved family pet, Oscar the border collie passed away last September.
Oscar was lucky enough to grow up with three children, chasing balls and sticks, jumping on the trampoline with them, and instinctively trying to round them up when they got a bit too rowdy. They shoved him into princess and superman costumes, painted his toe-nails, plaited his fur and tied ribbons around his ears. He never once growled at them, and adored every minute of his busy life.
Two of the children left our home in France to move to Australia last August, and, with the passing of Oscar, it truly felt like the end of an era.
Padding around our silent, tidy house, I tried to look on the bright side. 'We'll be able to travel more easily,' I said to my husband. 'And you won't have to clean up the crap from the garden every weekend.'
'Yes,' he said, into the long silence, 'life should be a lot easier now ... but it is kind of too quiet, don't you think?'
'I know,' I said. 'But we don't want another dog, do we?'
'No ... we won't get another dog.'
A week ago, some invisible force found us at the local animal shelter, a heart-wrenching experience in the best of times. A few hours later, we headed home with Holly, the dog we were never going to get.
Meet Holly... she's a 9 month-old cross Labrador collie, and possibly something else - a crazy, exhausting, adorable, bundle of beans.
So, since we don't have a new doggy, I can get back to writing my book ...
HOLLY AND ME (DAY I)
HOLLY AND JEAN-YVES (DAY 1)
NO DOGS ON THE BEDS! (DAY 3!)
I SAID NO DOGS ON THE BEDS!
HOW'S A GIRL SUPPOSED TO WRITE, WITH THAT FACE AT THE WINDOW?
HOLLY'S FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY INVITE -with Pati
A BOY, A BED AND A HOUND
Oscar was lucky enough to grow up with three children, chasing balls and sticks, jumping on the trampoline with them, and instinctively trying to round them up when they got a bit too rowdy. They shoved him into princess and superman costumes, painted his toe-nails, plaited his fur and tied ribbons around his ears. He never once growled at them, and adored every minute of his busy life.
Two of the children left our home in France to move to Australia last August, and, with the passing of Oscar, it truly felt like the end of an era.
Padding around our silent, tidy house, I tried to look on the bright side. 'We'll be able to travel more easily,' I said to my husband. 'And you won't have to clean up the crap from the garden every weekend.'
'Yes,' he said, into the long silence, 'life should be a lot easier now ... but it is kind of too quiet, don't you think?'
'I know,' I said. 'But we don't want another dog, do we?'
'No ... we won't get another dog.'
A week ago, some invisible force found us at the local animal shelter, a heart-wrenching experience in the best of times. A few hours later, we headed home with Holly, the dog we were never going to get.
Meet Holly... she's a 9 month-old cross Labrador collie, and possibly something else - a crazy, exhausting, adorable, bundle of beans.
So, since we don't have a new doggy, I can get back to writing my book ...
HOLLY AND ME (DAY I)
HOLLY AND JEAN-YVES (DAY 1)
NO DOGS ON THE BEDS! (DAY 3!)
I SAID NO DOGS ON THE BEDS!
HOW'S A GIRL SUPPOSED TO WRITE, WITH THAT FACE AT THE WINDOW?
HOLLY'S FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY INVITE -with Pati
A BOY, A BED AND A HOUND
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Last time I said no more.. the dog adopted me and of course I adopted another for her to play with. :0
Suckers for punishment, aren't we, Tammy?
mmn, after a sleepless night, I'll get back to you on that one, Tammy!
We did exactly the same thing. Our dog, Bambi, and we swore we weren't going to get another - at least for awhile. Then we found Gus and fell in love. Now he owns us! I can't imagine our house without a dog!
A week on, neither can I, Elizabeth! I think the first week (when I was a bit desperate about what to do with her), was difficult as Holly was on heat and also over-excited about being released from the shelter in which she'd spent 3 months. She has calmed down a lot, these last few days, and is a cuddly joy! Though we still have a lot of training to get through!
I know what you mean. Gus is now 8 years old and, when he was a baby, he was a holy terror! Sometimes, he still is. But he is the sweetest dog every to me. I'm so glad you found Holly - or she found you.
Ha, the kids are calling her Holy-terror, Holy-crap, Holy-everything!
That's because she's a puppy! She'll outgrow most of that in a few years!
a few YEARS! I was hoping for a few months!
Wishing Holly as happy and fulfilled a life as Oscar had before her.