I never got around to completing my Sepia Saturday post this week. There is a reason for this .....
Ever since Amy, our Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier died in May we have been trying to decide whether to get another dog or not. We have discussed it, compiled lists about it, thought about it ourselves, read books about it and consulted the odd oracle or two. It was all a waste of time, quite obviously, because the only decision we had to make was "when" rather than "whether". We eventually decided what type of dog we wanted and on New Years Day went to see some very young puppies out near the Lincolnshire coast. We fell in love with one of the puppies immediately (well, we fell in love with all of them but there are limits), and yesterday we drove over to collect her. Say hello to Lucy.
The plan was quite simple: we would drive over to collect her in the morning (X and H where somehow persuaded to come with us!), settle here down in one of the crates or dens or boxes we have been busily acquiring over recent works, and then get on with our normal lives. Which just goes to show how silly you can be. All plans to write my Sepia Saturday blogpost, eat a meal, watch War and Peace, or sleep have been progressively abandoned over the last 24 hours as we gradually remember what it is like to have a puppy in the house.
I am only able to write this because she is grabbing 40 winks after a full half-days play (and it is nearly 9.00am). Life as an Aged Parent of an eight week old chocolate-brown Miniature Labradoodle is certainly going to be challenging and no doubt exhausting in equal measures. But Issy and I wouldn't miss it for the world.