Allowing for a time to grieve allows for a time for hurt hearts to heal. Memories linger, photo's remind - they always will. But, the emptiness is there.
We sadly had to let Scallywag go on to the permanent fields of play last year. At 17 he had lived a long, full and happy life. RMan was deeply scarred by the action we had to take, and has taken time to heal.
I have been on the lookout for another dog for a couple of months. We wanted a Rhodesian Ridgeback as they originated in Suurbraak. And "local is lekker" 😃 But, the cost of pedigreed Ridgebacks is horrendous.
Then, last week I saw an ad for puppies in a local publication...
I tentatively showed RMan the ad.
He didn't really react.
But, I couldn't forget about the puppies.
I showed him again.
Again - not much of a reaction.
What the hell. I called the lady in the ad and asked if any were still available.
Yup. There was one puppy left. So off we toddled on Sunday morning - "just to have a look, RMan..."
|Stellar - a little sad, probably a little car-sick, and|
quiet - but loving the pats, and strokes, and
But we have renamed her Stellar - she is sooo black - like the night sky, with a milky way across her feet / legs and chest.
|The car sickness wore off, and she wolfed down her dinner...|
What have I (re)discovered about puppies?
Puppies are not for the fastidious housewife - a title I lay absolutely no claim to 😂
They will not be that mad about their first ½ hour car trip. Even if they're in the footwell at your feet on a brand new soft and cuddly blanket, and you are constantly stroking them and petting them.
They will be sad to leave their Mum and siblings.
They will be quiet and reserved.
They will be still and slow to react.
Until they realize that "Hey, these guys aren't so bad!!".
And then it's a case of...
...sweeping the floor is an impossibility. The broom looks like far too fun. And - once captured - dragging it off at speed is one of her favourite games.
Ditto shoes... And it doesn't matter how big and clumpy they are either. She'll make a plan...
|Crocs taste good!!|
All books, business paperwork and Farmers Weekly or go! Platteland magazines have to be relocated. Actually - being totally honest - most things within 3 feet of floor level have to be moved.
All curtains ( including shower curtains and the mosquito net around the bed) that waft about in a breeze cause barking, excitement and the hunt (and future capture) is on. Trying to dislodge them from their hooks is imperative to a 9-week old puppy. Dirty clothing tossed on the floor (before they are put in the laundry basket) is a prize which has to be shared with everyone. Even if it trips one up as one escapes with ones "treasure".
As soon as a puppy wakes from it's nap, head for outside... At speed!! And 2-year-old newspapers are useful for "accidents".
|Not good enough for Squeak, but definitely|
right up Stellar's alley 😆
Bell filled balls I purchased for Squeak - which she turned her nose up at - are fascinating to Stellar and will cause her to do multiple somersaults and cart wheels as she chases after and tries to catch them.
A tray of seedlings is meant to be munched. Isn't it???
The joy with which a human is greeted in the morning brings indescribable warmth to the heart.
Clumsy, loping puppy walk is really something to watch - as often as possible.
Water out of a hosepipe isn't really meant for the plants - is it??
Being the one to give her a first ever taste of boiled chicken breast - you're best friends for life.
Tummy scratches are heaven!
Although we take a chance getting a puppy at this stage - because who knows who will outlive the other - it was a brilliant move. So much joy, so much unconditional love and so much happiness.
A home without a dog just doesn't feel right...