I did begin to write this blog a couple of nights ago, one-handed. But it became immediately evident that having a puppy is a both hands kind of job.
Those following my Instagram and Sarah’s Facebook posts will have seen that yes, we are now the very proud owners/parents of a beautiful little English Bulldog who we’ve named Elsie. She’s adorable.
We’d both loved to have a gun dog but living in a unit and needing to have our canine companion in the office most days, a less energetic breed was called for and we both fell in love with the idea of a Bulldog as soon as it occurred to us.
Elsie was born just nine weeks ago up in Gosford. Her breeder is by no means a full-time pro (she won’t mind me saying that) and had grown rather fond of Elsie (who she named Pepper – due to her almost black colouring at birth). But she has a prize-winning bloodline and on meeting her breeder, Sam and Elsie’s Mum, we were immediately hooked.
You may note the time of this blog entry and rightly spot that I must be at home today. That’s right. After picking Elsie up last Saturday, Sarah’s had Monday-Wednesday off with her and I have today and Friday to get her match fit before taking her to the office on Monday.
Everything’s looking hopeful. Numbers one and two are being dealt with (mostly) without great mess or struggle and she’s just starting to get the hang of walking on a lead.
We’ve just had a very eventful morning. After dropping Sarah off at the ferry wharf, we ran around in the park a bit, made friends with an old lady with prison tattoos on her hand, a Staffy puppy and about a dozen people who all made a kind of high-pitched “ooohhhwwweeewatchawooowooo” kind of noise as we approached.
As I said, she is adorable.
In other news, I had another two-goal Monday with Trumpton, this time helping us to a 4-4 draw against a bunch who decided to name themselves Bare-arse-lona. I’m just upset we didn’t give them a good spanking.
And yes, to my third ‘P’… Police Station. Friday night, we had some after work drinkies at an awesome new bar at the end of a wharf by work. But after doing our best to get sozzled, Jim and I had a sobering end to the night when our taxi driver was assaulted at a set of traffic lights in the city and we did the decent thing of offering to give a statement at my local station on the way home.
Not sure what good a statement is from someone who’s been on the Patron XO Cafes but you do what you can, don’t you?