We seem to be cornering the market in cute here but had thought the puppy wouldn't be arriving until after the Olympics... wrong, and so last Tuesday evening we set off to collect Little Nell.
This you may recall is the litter of Sprockers (Springer x Cocker spaniel) that the Gamekeeper's dog Rusty has sired, three sisters and we had pick of the litter.
Well how impossible is that because what on earth are you supposed to look for.
In the end we agreed we wanted one that looked like Rusty.
But after years of Alpha Male dogs we wanted the little girl that looked really quiet and un-boisterous...
Perhaps a little over-awed by us and by life...
So not the one that leapt into our arms the minute it saw us and squeaked 'I'm yours'
We'd look for the one sitting at the back...
The one getting crawled over by the others...
It wasn't hard. Two completely brown ones looking uncannily like Tag, the Gamekeeper's new acquisition, and one predominantly white one with a few brown markings (more Rusty-like) getting trampled on by her pushy sisters.
Yes. I know it's going to show the dirt and we'll regret this after a muddy walk...
And there will be white dog hairs everywhere...
We had the meeting to sort too so we decided to get that done and dusted immediately.
Bit of skirting around by Magnus who quickly decided Nell could be his mum, whilst Nell quickly decided that Magnus could sub for her sisters left behind, and to our complete surprise they curled up together in the dog crate and slept like little angels.
That angelic pose didn't last of course and they now spend the day bundling and slam-dunking each other whilst the classic impasse involves each grabbing the other's tail between baby teeth and not letting go. We are having huge fun just watching them, but, at eight weeks old the pair, it is a bit like having non-identical newborn twins. To the vets on Monday for injections for both of them...and we'll just have to put them together into the old Trago Mills cat box done up with bailer twine because we only have one.
And do you remember another cat who used to do this on the kitchen table??
Isn't it funny how cats just know exactly where they want to be.
And only four weeks since his arrival as a shivering bundle that could sit in the palm of the hand, don't kittens turn into proper cats so quickly.
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