A once-in-my-lifetime experience occurred yesterday; we collected the puppies and brought them home. It was an interesting and memorable event, particularly as this is my never-to-be-repeated life episode as a dog owner.
Having finally acquiesced to my eldest’s lifelong request for a dog for his birthday, I have spent weeks and fortunes preparing for “the day”. And, after all the worry, research, decision-checking, worry, research, decision-checking, the boys came home.
I already have children. I enjoyed every stage of their development from birth onwards – potty training excepted and I neither want nor need more. I originate from a culture where dogs are trained and kept outside: they do not interfere with one’s daily routine and they guard one’s life, loot and limb. English culture has rather different emphasis and perspective. How interesting, then, to discover that my eldest may have discovered latent West Indian tendencies!
So, whether Rolo and Bentley (who have been most amenable and co-operative thus far) will remain ours for more than a week, despite the worry, research, decision-checking, worry, research, decision-checking is currently unclear. Watch this space!
