Meet Rose.
It's hard to photograph something this scooty.
We've been trying for a while to get a rescue puppy, but none of those places would give a dog to a family with children under five. Which I guess is a good general rule. Rose has come from a long and distinguished line of highly trained working gun dogs. We've met her parents and her brothers and sisters. We spent a long time with them all on Saturday morning while we were seeing if there was one that suited us.
She's 8 weeks. Noon yesterday she'd never had a ball. Now she knows that if you push it, it rolls. And you can chase it. And you can make people roll it for you.
She's been very busy this morning. I left the back door open while i was in the kitchen. I now have nine sticks and a large snail.
The only time she's cried so far is when P went off to nursery this morning. She became instantly devoted, following her around the house and garden, stopping when she stopped, running when she ran, trying to get on the trampoline when while she bounced. (She also got slightly upset when the big old cat snuk onto her blanket in the sunny spot in the garden yesterday afternoon. She barked about two inches from his nose but was ignored, so went to hide under the table for a bit)
She is also a most discerning collector of things. Tissues, shoes, soft toys, plastic play food from the fisher price kitchen - all found in her bed this morning. Next to her hot water bottle.
We have yet to work out the optimum system for babygates/cat access to cat food etc. All tips welcome. Will try to take some better pictures - maybe even with the camera rather than my phone.
Monday, April 02, 2007
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
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- Name: dodo
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Cruella DeVil, Cruella DeVil,
if she doesn't scare you
No evil thing will
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
Brilliant!!!
I hope you have a lot of energy!! You'll need it!!
Oh yes . . and patience!!
And money!
And . . . well, nevermind! I have a dog, too, so what can I say?!
Oh the pretty new fuzzy baby!!!
Matthew says we can't have anymore as long as we have Phydeaux Pheline.
Killjoy, he is.
Looks like you've got two georgous girls there. One's a blonde (and four-legged) and ones a brunette (and two legged.)
Trust me when I say this: There will be days you like the dog more than the child. And vice versa. heehee. Of course you'll love both ALL the time.
What a sweetheart!
If you need any tip on housebreaking, drop me a line...
Puppies are so much like brand new babies except you can put the puppy in their crate and leave the house for a few hours.
she's D LICIOUS.
good god.
I want to squeeze her little woofy face. and smell her ears.
(I have weird issues re: dogs. hard to believe, right?)
that was me. stupid blogger.
oh my GOD OH OH OH OHOHOH
Oh my GOD she is so precious so lovely so perfect I am holding back from flying over to your house to snuggle with her adorableness-- oh PLEASE more photos of Rose-- she is too precious for words--
~bluepoppy
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