The last couple of years James and I have been waiting for life to catch up with our aims. Well, he has now become a doctor with a job, we move into our new place in days and..
We pick up our puppy next week!
I can’t begin to explain how excited we both are to have a furry friend in our lives – it has been a really, really hard secret to keep.
Everything has seemed to come together at once, which is why I’ve been nervous writing anything sooner, I felt it was all to good to be true.
James scored a three-year position in Bristol, officially became a doctor and found us this beautiful flat, with parking, a garden and permission to have a dog.
It is hard enough to find just one of those assets but he persevered for more than four months, going to viewings, phoning/emailing/persuading landlords and estate agents.
Like most (almost) 26-year-olds, I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak and weeks spent in beds strewn with chocolate boxes, best friends and Legally Blonde on repeat.
I feel so incredibly lucky to be with such a brilliant man, who has worked so hard on aligning our lives to fit what I’ve been hoping for these past few years.
But back to the new man in my life!
His story goes back to last December, when the heartache of losing Harry-Dog became focused energy into finding our family a dog.
With my allergies to pretty much everything, we researched so-called ‘hypoallergenic’ breeds for weeks. I talked to breeders, breed club secretaries and rescue organisations.
After much thought, we decided the labradoodle was for us. My uncle has labradoodles and I’ve been ‘exposed’ to them over the years with zero allergic reaction, a rarity for me!
We looked very hard for rescue dogs that we could adopt but ultimately and unfortunately (financially and morally) it didn’t work for us.
I’d found a breeder whose ethics I fell in love with and couldn’t believe our luck when she said she had a litter which would be ready for collection in six weeks.
We tried to find a place but it wasn’t to be and so, very sadly, told the breeder we’d have to wait until her next litter in summer 2015.
In the meantime, we kept up our regular walks with our Borrow My Doggy friend, Rufus the corgi, and read as much as we could on puppy care and training.
A month ago, James found the flat, which is super close to his work to ensure he can pop back regularly during the day if I’m not working from home, and I contacted the breeder.
Well, it turns out there was one puppy looking for a home from the previous litter, after being returned from his new family (through no fault of his own).
Puppy will be 17 weeks old when we pick him up next week and we are so looking forward to giving him the best life possible: full of love, joy and adventures.
Harry-Dog came to my family back in 1999, at six months old, after his owners could no longer care for him – it feels like it is meant to be a second time round.
* Any puppy tips/advice? Any personal experiences/anecdotes are very appreciated!
* Any questions?
I could write a 70,000 word post about preparations for puppy/myself etc but didn’t want to bore anyone! If you have any questions, let me know and I’ll write a Q&A post :)