We’ve been thinking about getting a
dog. The house needs a dog. It is too empty without one. I’ve been scrutinizing the Blue Cross
Rehoming pages for weeks and have had some near misses. A few weeks ago, we viewed Flotie, a
Jack Russell, and her son, Sprocket, a Jack Russell/Yorkshire Terrier
cross. They were still living at
home but their owner was moving and could not take them with her. We loved them both but were worried
that Flotie, in particular, was too jumpy and bouncy for my mum to cope with. I carried on scanning the Blue Cross
pages and then, one day, there was Sprocket again, but this time without
Flotie, even though we’d been told that they were inseparable. I rang up to hear the sad news that
Flotie had been run over and then, left in their home with the Yorkshire terrier
who is his father, Sprocket had suffered a prolonged attack. He was then put into the Blue Cross
kennels as a permanent resident.
I rushed off to meet him again. Despite their concern about his nervous
state, a very confident and happy dog came rushing to meet me. My heart was won over. I went back on
the Sunday with S and my mum. We
were all captivated and Sprocket came home on the Bank Holiday Monday, a
glorious day. We sat outside and
had a barbecue.
He has settled in well but is suffering
separation anxiety, having fixated on me, he follows me everywhere, hates me to
leave and is hysterical on my return.
It is very flattering, if a bit wearing, and I will be glad when he
becomes more confident and settles down.
He howls at night and barks us awake at the crack of dawn.
However, he is funny and we are all
completely besotted with him. Some
pictures to show you why:
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| Was it tea in that cup or something stronger? |
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| Sprocket with Surrogate Me, His Night Time Pal |
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