If you’ve been reading these for a while, you may recall my post about the sudden death of Digger last November and even an earlier introduction to little Digger (pictured below with next door’s Duke) and Pickle, our ageing Staffie (pictured above).
Since my return from New Zealand, we’ve been searching in vain for a small dog to rehome. We wanted a small dog (to fit into our motorhome with Pickle) but one that wouldn’t feel intimidated by Duke, next door. Duke is a softie, but rehomed dogs tend to be nervous.
Also, we now have grandchildren to take into account.
It occured to me that I didn’t rehome rescued dogs until my own children were teenagers; until then we had brought up puppies. So, after a fruitless search around rehoming centres, we decided to get a puppy instead.
Smidge is a 9 week old Jack Russel/Yorkie cross, who joined us on Monday.
I’m sure you will be seeing more in these posts about Smidge and Pickle (who will be 15 next month and is now rather stiff for puppy games. She’s leaving all that to Duke).
In the meantime, I’m re-aquainting myself with the delights of house-training a puppy (it’s been a long time…). Fortunately, it’s summer, the back door is open, and she’s following the other dogs.
I’m off now to reinstall the chicken wire to the bottom of the front gate. (Digger had grown too fat to get through when it came loose so I pulled it off. Short-sighted of me…)