Apart from everyone saying that THREE dogs is a bit over the top (oh where will it end, Jane?), the fact is, Toffee is the best little puppy in the world (my world), and he trots at my heels instinctively, poos on newspaper without fuss, and hardly ever needs to go in the house anyway, he seems to be perfectly capable of saving himself for his walks...really, hardly any accidents! Spidey was practically incontinent for six months, and Lucky! My god I still have trouble with Lucky and her constipated ways. (She just never seems to realise that when we're out for a walk, last thing, that she's supposed to 'do her business'. Even though I KNOW she needs to. And her tail is doing that stiff, uncomfortably rigid thing, where it looks as if she's having to hold in a poo, rather than just letting go and having a sodding bowel movement. She is utterly neurotic.)
So, proof that keeping Toffee is the right decision: everyone's happy about it, even the very people (Finn and Rachel C.) who were telling me I couldn't and mustn't; all the small kids on the estate who've been coming round every day for months to 'see the puppies', crying when another one's been sold, are all really happy; Spidey and Lucky are happy - their too-intense relationship has been diluted yet enhanced by this new addition; my friend Mary's little girl Tess is very very very happy, and has first dibs on dog care duty when me and Finn have to go on holiday (and the dogs will inevitably have to be separated, I imagine, for simplicity); and the general public, as represented by the customers of the Pineapple pub on Leverton street, are also happy, charmed as they are by the sight of my gorgeous charges...inevitably the puppy gets most of the oohs and aahs but the goodwill descends upon all of us like a warm and comforting blanket.
I've just been cuddling him (Toffee) and talking to him and telling him how wonderful he is ('You're my own personal cure for depression') and soon will take them out for another lovely walk: I really REALLY enjoy bringing him to new places that he hasn't been to before, and of course Lucky and Spidey love it too. On Spidey's birthday (on the 18th of September he was one) we went to Highgate Woods and that was fabulous, in fact, I think that was the day I decided I wouldn't be able to sell him (as someone asked about him and I said he was selling for £400...no-one's going to pay that amount, ha ha!!!!!).
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Saturday, 20 September 2008
Deleting ads so's I can keep my puppy!
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Monday, 8 September 2008
Only one puppy left....
...and I think I might have to keep him! He's so sweet:) He really makes me happy :) And I know he's Lucky's favorite too :)
Oh it's hard...but really, very tempting...
I took him for a walk along the canal today, very impulsive decision, I decided that as it was a concrete path he'd be okay for germs. Put him on a lead so's I could tug him away from the verges...it was great :) Lucky was very excited about it all for some reason, I've noticed she's being more playful these days, although also carrying on the tradition of dominating and attacking her puppy son...she used to do it to Spidey and god she can't do it to him now...
Oh it's hard...but really, very tempting...
I took him for a walk along the canal today, very impulsive decision, I decided that as it was a concrete path he'd be okay for germs. Put him on a lead so's I could tug him away from the verges...it was great :) Lucky was very excited about it all for some reason, I've noticed she's being more playful these days, although also carrying on the tradition of dominating and attacking her puppy son...she used to do it to Spidey and god she can't do it to him now...
Monday, 1 September 2008
Only two puppies left, awwwwwwww

The two boys are the last to go, and they're so sweet! It surprises me though just how keen everyone is to have a bitch...sexism in the canine world. It's all the leg-cocking no doubt, all that stopping, sniffing, piddling. Which ought to be manageable with good solid training, presumably, if you can be disciplined enough (not like me). Anyway, now that there's only two to handle it does seem easier, there's less poo to pick up (or accidentally step in), and it's easier to cuddle them and tell them how beautiful they are...all babies love that treatment, and Scobie and Piggie lap it up...
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