There has been a lot of talk about this next song, maybe too much talk. A line stolen from the old U2 album “Under a blood red sky” but it kind of summarises how I feel. It’s been a very long time coming but yesterday one of the last pieces fell into place.
Yes you guessed it the issue of the second dog. The house we currently rent we love but it is carpeted throughout and with the kitchen on the first floor it’s the wrong house for a puppy. That said it’s the right house for so many other reasons that we don’t wanna move anytime soon. So an agreement was struck yesterday between all parties concerned. We can rescue a house trained adult dog.
You won’t need to be told that for quite a while now I have been having a love affair with German Shepherds. For years (literally) I have been talking about getting one and so now the hunt can officially start. Now dear only knows what we will end up with but in an ideal world (if such a thing exists) this is what we would like…
We would like a large male with a short haired coat full of dark and rich colours. A dog that has been the victim of circumstance not abuse. A fella that is of stable character, good with other dogs and who doesn’t need to dominate. You see the dog we already own "Lola" is a terrier by name and nature. She’s small in stature but strong in character. She is DEFINITELY NOT a nasty temperamental dog but she does know her mind. Therefore any new dog will have to be accommodating.
|Our Lola the border terrorist...|
I hear you ask why must the dog not be the victim of abuse. It’s simply that we don’t have much experience of the breed and therefore would not be experienced enough for one from a heavy and damaging background.