As the year draws to an end, I cannot help but feel sad about the loss of my precious Rottweiler, Shasa in July. I still feel raw when I think of this huge bear-like dog who protected me for the past six years. I will do a memorial post for him sometime in the future.
We needed to have another big dog on the premises, and my husband and I decided rather than go the purebred-buy-from-a –breeder-route, we’d adopt a dog from the SPCA. We managed to book a four-month-old Labrador x pup who was found on the golf course near the SPCA offices. My husband had to complete a comprehensive adoption form and after paying the fee, the official brought the dog in. Even though I wanted to dash forward and hug this gangly, but shiny dog, I left it to my husband to bond with the dog.
Aah, I'll pose now...
Angie, as my husband christened her, has settled down and even though all the cats resemble toilet brushes, she has not even looked to the side they’re on.
Tonight is her second night here and as all’s quiet, I surmise she is fast asleep after an action-packed day.