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Saturday, 20 July 2019

With heavy legs...

and even heavier hearts we walked away!
I was convinced this sweet girl had spoken to me from the electronic page.  I phoned up to enquire, I filled in the forms and reserved her in readiness for her to come home with us.  Off we went to deepest Staffordshire, full of hope, lightness in our step.  After much deliberation a name was decided on.  The job was as far as we knew a good’un.  On the hour and forty minute journey we rationalised about if she wasn’t right we would walk away.  Both of us convinced this was the one!
Pulling in to the rescue centre we we both impressed with the well run establishment.  This is it!
As we sat at the desk with the barely concealed excitement of the full expectation of good exam results after months and months of hard slog... what could possibly go wrong?  I had given husband the full-on power of my persuasive rhetoric.  I had done such a good job I think he was secretly more convinced than I was?  
The wheels started coming off when the guy behind the desk came to the bit about our plans to holiday in the Highlands in late September.  ‘This dog hasn’t had her first season yet and it could be that she comes into season when you are away! This could present big problems!’  Himself worryingly looked at me.  Me, who I ought to say wasn’t having any of it!
‘We could easily get around it!’ I grandly replied from my usual no nothing position!
‘Best you don’t meet her if this is going to
 be a problem!’ the guy said. Husband got it,
 I needless to say didn’t.
I wanted to see her.  And see her we did: she was a very nervous sweet little collie who the minute I clapped eyes on her, knew, just knew she wasn’t the one!  The husband was sold.  Call it a woman’s intuition but there wasn’t even the tiniest of sparks for me.
We walked her around the green space, she didn’t walk at all well on the lead, that wasn’t a problem as I had experienced just that with Tish.  Personally I just couldn’t no matter how hard I tried, feel the love.
I think as we drove away we both felt we made
 the right decision on all counts.



11 comments:

  1. Oh what a shame, you must feel very disappointed but the right one will come and at least now you know you will recognise the wrong ones! Good luck. x

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    1. It wasn’t a wasted journey MG, it at the very least illustrated to me as well as himself that my very real need for a dog wasn’t being blindly followed. For all concerned, the dog as much as us it has to be right.

      Hope all good with you?

      LX

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    2. All good thankyou. Just survived to tell the tale - a week of potential jury duty. For once I wasn't picked. I swear my name usually jumps out at them however I've been reading the book The Secret and I dared them to call my name. It worked lol. Hope all is good with you too. Sorry about the dog. x

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    3. Being a nosy moo I would just adore doing jury service, trouble is before too long I’d be saying ‘Excuse me milud wouldn’t this be a better course?’ You can see it all now? Best let sleeping giants slumber on dreaming of the day the call comes through!

      LX

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  2. Easier disappointed now than later. Good for you; it will happen.

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    1. Yes, a good but painful exercise, unfortunately patience wasn’t a quality I was given oodles of when the great handout happened!

      LX

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  3. That was a hard decision, I hope she finds the ideal home. I am sure your dog is out there waiting for you.

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    1. I’m sure you’re right, in the meantime we wait for the right dog to choose us.

      LX

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  4. Hi, I am in a similar position in that we keep talking about getting another dog but really want what we had. Our little dog was golden and no trouble at all she lived till over 16 and I just know that no one is going to match up. I have been wondering if you would manage a collie with your knee problems do you think a different breed might be better? Anyway if it is meant to be......

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    1. The knee isn’t a problem, the specialist says that my steaming up and down the hills of Ludlow are probably strengthening rather than anything else. The very real thing is I feel exactly as you do, I worry for the dog more than for me that I would always be comparing and that just isn’t fair. I well remember asking folk who have more than one child how is it when another baby enters their lives? Do they feel more for one than the other? Their reply is you just love them the same. I suppose a different dog would be tapping into a whole new seam of love?

      LX

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