I have been pondering this for quite a few days now and am finding the task at hand oh so tricky! As I’ve mentioned on here before, I LOVE photos, and therefore have a gazillion of them, making it bloody hard to choose my favourite!
So I’ve chosen a photo (well photo’s actually) that capture a moment. For ages I was politely asking, nagging like there was no tomorrow for a puppy. And finally, FINALLY, we were on our way to the RSPCA. You can read all about that HERE. This first pic was taken at the RSPCA, and it was at that moment that I knew I was getting a puppy!
You can already see that Hubby was besotted with this gorgeous little black kelpie pup, and Jack’s eyes were saying, please will you be my new Daddy! Needless to say, I didn’t have to do much nagging after that. Which of course made for a very relieved Husband!
The second pic was the first day we had Jack at home and as you can see Hubby isn’t enjoying having him at all! It certainly didn’t take long for Jack to become one spoilt and loved fur-baby! Maybe I need to be allowed to have favourite photo’s from different categories!!
So now it’s my turn to tag some other bloggers… What’s your favourite photo and why?…
I was thinking this morning how things have changed since we got our puppy Jack back on Easter Sunday. Oh boy how things have changed! And I thought I would share our furry journey with you!
So if you know us you would know the story of John (my hubby) saying NO all the time to my pleas for a puppy. You can read about that HERE. Then finally on a trip to the RSPCA he caved, because this innocent little kelpie looked at John as only a little pup who needs a mum and dad can, and that was it. Not only was John smitten, but he declared that Jack had picked him. You can read all about that HERE.
And so, we take our little bundle of fur joy home, and John instantly put down the ground rules. He is to sleep outside. He’s not allowed on any furniture. His inside mat will be at the back door and he is NOT to move off that when he comes in.
And so on night one my new baby boy cried and cried and cried outside, so I slept on the lounge and he slept on his inside mat next me on the floor. Next day we bought him a kennel and sleeping outside was no longer a problem. Somehow though his inside mat stayed next to us on the floor near the lounge and Jack was never far from his Dad’s feet!
Then John started bringing Jack upstairs of a morning before his walk to have a quick snuggle on the END of the bed! Then on John’s first trip away from us, I may have given him his own blanket to sit on, on the end of the lounge. It was winter, I was cold, he was cold and well, John was away so who was going to stop me!
Then I’m afraid I turned Jack into a complete mama’s boy on John’s second trip away from us. The second night of John being away, I put Jack out and went to bed. I then heard him barking at some people who walking past the side of our house.
The people, no doubt drunk, then came up to our side gate and started barking back at Jack. Jack was beside himself, crying and throwing himself at the back door. Like any good mum, I raced downstairs and took him up to bed with me. And so it began of Jack sleeping inside. He of course got kicked off the bed once John got home, but had his own nice little bed in the corner of our room.
And if all of that wasn’t enough, and if you didn’t already think he was one spoilt fur-baby. Jack has now decided that not only is he king of the bloody castle, he’s also more human than dog, and requires a pillow for his morning nap on our bed before we go to work!
So what was it that I was saying? Oh yes. OH BOY HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED!
And the moral of the story is? John’s a big fat softie, and I’m a very proud mama! Yes, god help our future children!