We anguished over whether or not to have another dog. Soon after Lulu died we gave away most of our dog related stuff, believing we would never, ever have another one. So bitter we felt about losing her when she was in her prime and when we had the perfect dog that we had always wanted.
The spell was broken one day in January, when we were on a trip to the seaside and rounded the corner to be confronted by a couple with not one but three black standard poodles. From that moment we knew that our lives were not complete without a dog and that the day would soon come when we would have another one.
Nick made enquiries and found a breeder very near to home. This lady breeds occasionally, for the joy of it, and to continue to be able to show dogs, not just for the money. The blood lines are sound, not polluted by the in-breeding that Lulu came with, and that we think could have been responsible for the bad genes that caused her illness and her premature demise. The lady herself is a completely different kind of person from the breeder that sold us Lulu. Hugo was running around the house when we turned up, not languishing in a dismal barn like poor little Lulu. I remember wanting to scoop up all her brothers and sisters along with her and take them away, such an awful place it was.
We had our ages to consider. If we had a puppy he or she would still be full of beans and needing plenty of exercise by the time we were well into our seventies. But if we left it too long it might simply be too late. The timing is not ideal. Soon after we made contact with the breeder we also made the decision to move house, but neither the birth of puppies or the sale of a house can be timed to order. So here we are, having just moved in, surrounded by boxes of our belongings and with plenty of work to be done. It’s complete chaos but it was now or never.
And so today we collected Hugo. He is twelve weeks old. He was playing with his sister when we arrived to pick him up and he was a bit tearful on the way here, whimpering and making little anxious barks. He and Daisy have met and so far there have been no incidents.
Completely black dogs are very difficult to photograph (one of the great things about Lulu is that she was extremely photogenic) but I won’t let that put me off sharing my photos.
Life is not going to be quite the same again, I think!