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On a recent visit to our local public house we were sat with some friends and our respective babbies. Bean is by nature a happy chappy, and our friends' baby is unfortunately the opposite.
Anyhoo - there is a pub dog, and also one of the regulars had his dog there too.
The pub dog (Henry) is apparently some kind of French Hound (looks a little like a longer haired Basset Hound), and the other dog (Paddy) is a mongrel. Henry is a chilled out dude, and Paddy's a little more wired. Paddy has a trick whereby he nicks a beer mat from a table and brings it to you for you to throw - frisbee style, and for him to catch (which he does with aplomb).
I digress.
On seeing the dogs, Bean burst out laughing - absolutely cracking up every time they moved. Then, when Paddy started displaying his skills, well.
His (Bean's) little face lit up everytime they came back in the room.
Now, here's why I'm prematurely excited.
For years I've wanted a dog (I grew up with them), but we've never been in a position to have one - what with both of us working full time yadda yadda yadda. LadyWayne has always been more a cat person, and we've had cats in the past.
However, on seeing Bean's reaction she said "We have to get a dog!", to which I obviously agreed whole-heartedly.
Yet, we still won't get one immediately as we're not about enough during the day time at present. Things may very well change in the next year or two anyways as LW's parents are likely to move back down South when circumstances unfortunately change for them up North, which will mean they'll likely be around quite a lot. Plus, we found out recently that one of our neighbours is a dog sitter (we just thought she had lots of dogs...).
So, I'm excited at the prospect of having a dog, yet I'm not counting my chickens.
I was banned from visiting rescue kennels some years ago as I always seemed to "bond" with at least one of the dogs.
Anyhoo - there is a pub dog, and also one of the regulars had his dog there too.
The pub dog (Henry) is apparently some kind of French Hound (looks a little like a longer haired Basset Hound), and the other dog (Paddy) is a mongrel. Henry is a chilled out dude, and Paddy's a little more wired. Paddy has a trick whereby he nicks a beer mat from a table and brings it to you for you to throw - frisbee style, and for him to catch (which he does with aplomb).
I digress.
On seeing the dogs, Bean burst out laughing - absolutely cracking up every time they moved. Then, when Paddy started displaying his skills, well.
His (Bean's) little face lit up everytime they came back in the room.
Now, here's why I'm prematurely excited.
For years I've wanted a dog (I grew up with them), but we've never been in a position to have one - what with both of us working full time yadda yadda yadda. LadyWayne has always been more a cat person, and we've had cats in the past.
However, on seeing Bean's reaction she said "We have to get a dog!", to which I obviously agreed whole-heartedly.
Yet, we still won't get one immediately as we're not about enough during the day time at present. Things may very well change in the next year or two anyways as LW's parents are likely to move back down South when circumstances unfortunately change for them up North, which will mean they'll likely be around quite a lot. Plus, we found out recently that one of our neighbours is a dog sitter (we just thought she had lots of dogs...).
So, I'm excited at the prospect of having a dog, yet I'm not counting my chickens.
I was banned from visiting rescue kennels some years ago as I always seemed to "bond" with at least one of the dogs.
That said, we'd never be able to home a Great Dane or a Newfoundland (one of my faves).
) that I now value my own time. For the first time since I started work I don't need to clock watch. Maybe I'm being selfish- and I know I'd love a companion-but I'm not ready yet!
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