Since the last post, we decided that maybe we should just bite the bullet, and get a puppy. Theory goes that rearing a puppy would be better for Oliver rather than a rescue dog with issues, BUT as it happened, the Blue Cross had a young lovely looking dog come in last Saturday, some collie thingy, so (without Oliver - he was cubbing it on a trip), Mark and I hot footed it out to Tivvy for a looksee. The dog was a nutter but Mark asked to see another dog, (one which we'd argued the toss over the previous week - a Jack Russell, blind in one eye) and in came Charlie. He put both paws up on Mark and laid his head in his lap. Sold.
Honestly, I ask you, a bloody one-eyed terrier. Still, he was very sweet, and we put a reserve on him. The next day we took Oliver out to see him - and it was love at first sight.
I thought he was OK too.
We are going to call him Harvey. Think he will be joining us shortly, just around the time Poppy will be having her kittens. Spiffing. Tranquilisers at the ready...Scrapping; been doing these Scrappy Sunday sketches from Paper Craft Planet, which is getting me scrapping much faster I have to say. May have to revise my opinion of the whole using a sketch thing.
And finally, this is what happens when you put a seven year old boy in charge of his own camera for the day:
AND: we are getting a dog! After years of banging on about how good a dog would be for Oliver, Mark just suddenly turned around today and announced we were going to the Blue Cross to look for a dog! Blimey, out of the blue or what. Anyhoo, the dog we chose to look at, although matching each other's criteria fairly well, was a right boisterous little bugger and scared the beejaysus out of me and Oliver. Tomorrow we will try the RSPCA. Lead on McDuff.
