It has been a long long while since I’ve written a blog post, shame on me! I have however continued to log in and read everyone else’s, hoping and praying for a spare moment to write my own (though they’re not a patch on some of the fantastic blogs I follow).
Anyway, a little re-cap of the past six months which has flown by (where is 2015 going?!);
I’m now a member of the homeowner club! My partner and I moved into our first house back in January. We absolutely love it and Jack has thrown himself into DIY and decorating jobs, as have I. We’re slowly putting our own stamp on the house and it’s gradually looking lovely. Certainly a lot cleaner than when we moved in! The rear garden backs onto open fields and looks out onto The Ridgeway (thought to be England’s oldest road) and Berkshire Downs. The landscape is stunning and I’m totally in love with our village and surrounding countryside.
Which leads me onto the next part of our news… having moved into said house, unpacked boxes, picked up paintbrushes, washed paint from hair and skin, weeded the overgrown gardens and explored the local footpaths and by-ways, we decided it was time to get a dog! We’ve both wanted a dog since we were small, but I was adamant that the time had to be right before committing to a dog. I was reluctant at first as it felt like we were rushing, but having spoken with my Veterinary nurse friend for some advice she made me realise that there is no right or wrong time when getting a dog. And so we began looking. We knew what we were after and Jack wanted me to have the dog I’d always dreamed of since I was a little girl; a Jack Russell Terrier. Yes that gorgeously cute but slightly nuts terrier that England and other countries have come to adore over the years. I wanted a Jack Russell true to form; short-legged, smooth coat and an energetic personality. That’s what we set out to find and I must admit it was harder than I expected. I love long-legged Jack Russells too, I love rough-haired and broken-coated having grown up around all shapes and sizes of Jack Russells at my Grandparents’ when I was younger, but I’ve got a particular soft spot for short-legged smoothies in Jack Russell form!
There are a lot of crossbreeds out there now; Jackapoos, Jackchis, BorderJacks, all of them I have to say are irresistible but that’s because I love all animals. We did find some beautiful Jack Russell puppies, but it was important to me that we could meet the mum and dad of the pups too. We did eventually find a beautiful litter of puppies only a couple of hours’ drive away and so decided to go and visit. We wanted a little boy puppy and on arriving when we saw all these cute 5 week old puppies bouncing around I knew it was going to be hard to say no to any of them! They showed us the little boy we had come to see; a handsome tan and white smooth-coated, short-legged chunky fellow and I was instantly besotted! so was Jack, who also couldn’t resist! We held our little puppy, checked him over, cuddled him, played tug of war and generally cooed over him. I gave Jack one look and he knew that this puppy was the one. What made our little puppy even more special was that he was born with a stump for a tail, he’d been nicknamed Stumpy and despite this he is a very healthy little boy, just unique! He had beautiful marking, lots of tan over his body and a beautifully symmetrical face with black around his eyes too.
It was definitely love at first sight! We were also really pleased to see both parents, who were the breeder’s family pets. Mum was a petite rough-coated tan and white Jack Russell and Dad was slightly bigger and stockier, but a tan and white smooth coat. Both parents had fantastic temperaments and the breeders had young children so it was nice to know the puppies were coming from a family home. This was their first litter and I’m sure they’ll have another given how healthy and perfect the puppies were that they produced. We then thanked the breeders and had the agonizing wait of another three weeks before we could pick up our puppy and bring him home.
Three weeks passed by in a blur of activity as we finished decorating the area where our puppy would sleep, we bought a million toys, lots of treats, comfy beds, a crate and all manner of things in anticipation of our puppy. I can still remember bringing him home, he looked so tiny in our house, he followed me everywhere like a little lamb. He had an insatiable appetite and still does! He’s now 20 weeks old, where does the time go?! We named him Barry! Cue the giggles! It does actually really suit him and Jack was adamant that he had to have a proper ‘bloke’s’ name! Barry is now a full member of the family and everyone adores him. He’s very popular in the village and they absolutely love him down the pub and are thoroughly disappointed if we pop in without him. He’s growing into a really lovely dog; he’s so clever and loves learning new commands. He’s doing fantastically well at puppy class and shows up the puppies that are a lot older than him. We love taking him on walks in the pretty Berkshire countryside and in all, he’s amazing company for us both. Now I won’t lie and say it hasn’t been hard work, wow are puppies hard work!! You constantly have to have eyes in the back of your head, it took weeks before he’d stop crying every time I went upstairs to go to the loo! Thankfully it only took a week to stop the night time crying and we’re almost there with the toilet training.
The whole family love him and he recently had his first beach experience at my parent’s new house. He loved the seaside; splashing in the water and finding seaweed to run off with!
He also gets on really well with my two tortoises. He’s becoming a little more intrigued by them now so I would never ever leave them all unsupervised just because it’s a natural instinct of a dogs to be inquisitive.
Anyway, I think I’ve babbled long enough about Barry! I’m sure you’ll see lots more updates on here about him!
Until next time, have a lovely day 🙂