Did I ever tell you how my mum came to get me?
A friend had lost her elderly pooch and my mum was visiting a mutual friend whose neighbour had a litter of English Springer Spaniel pups. Have a look at them for me, says friend 1.
My mum goes to see them asks to hold one and Leesa, our first mum, plonks me in her arms. I moaned, apparently, and mum thought I was unhappy being picked up from the rest of the brood.
‘No’, says Leesa, he loves it.
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Mum came home and joked with the Irish Aunt that she almost brought a puppy with her. Irish was so excited, said she’d walk me etc, so mum made a split-second decision and – abracadogra! – I became a shared dog.
I came home in the cat basket (maybe that’s why the then cat, Sherry, beat me up…) on April 1, 2009, at exactly eight weeks old. The rest is history… I hope you enjoy my slideshow.