"I want a dog!”
“We said we’d get one when the time is right.”
“I want one now.”
“Yes. Not now this minute but maybe at the end of the year.”
When Daisy, our Airedale, died over a decade ago I swore that I would never give my heart to another dog, the grief was just unbearable. Perhaps it was looking after Buddy in Oz that has convinced me that I’m ready to give some motley hound a home. Or am I?
Am I prepared to give my time and attention to a moulting, slobbering bundle of fur? To share my life with a needy, homeless animal? (It has to be a rescue dog.) Am I ready for a dog’s unquestioning love and loyalty? Watching their joy and exuberance on long walks in the countryside. Their funny antics and their warm cuddles. Hell, yes.
Yesterday evening I gave it another shot.
“There are some lovely dogs waiting for re-homing at the Bath Cats & Dogs Home.”
“I’ve been looking at the Battersea website. What type of dog were you thinking about?”
Watch this space!