Glutton for punishment I am! Almost three years ago we drove to the airport here to collect our new puppy sent from my husband’s friend in Perth. Tim at the time was not well and I felt he needed something new and inspiring in his life to give him the will to do things again. The day that brainwave hit me with a thud, a photo landed in my emails of a litter of Staffy puppies and their proud Mum and Dad who we had met and patted about a year before. One little face grabbed my attention. I thought about it for all of about…..oh maybe five minutes….before going out to the veranda where Tim was sitting and looking rather beaten by life in general, to show him the photos. He pointed to the same little face and smiled. The first smile in ages! To cut a long emotional story short, we became the proud parents of Chilli.
So began the sleepless nights, the messy floors, the bite marks on our hands and the necessity of wearing shoes covering the oh so inviting toes! My favourite photo was this one of Tim early one morning after getting up to the little girl sometime in the wee hours of the morning. It’s tough being a new Dad.
Now of course she is almost 3 and is a chubby lazy girl who likes to snuggle on the couch and snooze as much as possible. Oh and eat. She loves her food. Especially food that her Dad has. It’s tastier than her food.
Finally she has established her place in the household where 3 cats have held the head positions for a long time before Chilli came along. They begrudgingly accept the fact she is staying and that they have to share the couch, heater/air cond and bowls of water – gracefully.
With our impending move to Queensland in the next few months (can’t wait!) we really had no intention of adding to the family. That was until a good friend of mine Louise Leislret posted a photo of the most gorgeous little West Highland puppies, otherwise known as ‘Wuppies’ on her facebook page. I stared at the photo for some time then finally asked who was the lucky owner. With Lou’s encouragement the meeting was set up with the lucky owner Vikki Millier who thank goodness lived here in Victoria too. I was convinced she would be living in Sydney and if so, even thinking of having one of these 3 beautiful wuppies was pointless.
Today we drove to the other side of Melbourne to see the little girls – we both fell in love with each of them, and chose one to be our own. Vikki and her lovely family will now call her Daisy the name I had chosen. Daisies are my favourite flower because they always look to me as if they are smiling up at the sun, and little Westies seem to be always smiling and sunny too. In another five weeks or so we get to bring her home. In the meantime shopping will be done for a bed, toys, bowls and all the paraphernalia all babies whether human, canine or feline, need. I will write more blogs about our new baby as time goes by, and until the next post, here is a pic of our girl as she is now at the age of 3 weeks. Adorable isn’t she?
I am so excited! Suddenly the cold weather is such a bother.
Till next time, take care and keep smiling.