My first pet.
Every now and again I think about my first dog, she was beautiful the cutest little dog you've ever seen. We got her from the kennels in Pen, she was a cross between a cairn terrier and a poodle. She was a mass of curly, long blonde fur all you could see was her little black nose. My eldest was 4yrs at the time so as you do I let him chose the name, he chose Shaggy. It seemed a really fitting name ,so I agreed, completely oblivious of how embarrassing the name Shaggy could be and believe me it was embarrassing!
There was the time we couldn't find her in the woods by our house, I was running round shouting "Shaggy, Shaggy here girl" with other dog walkers looking at me weird.
Shaggy never had a lead, she always stayed one step behind me, she'd walk up to school with us everyday, on one occasion she was on heat though and I didn't realise, I honestly thought the Jack Russell that stalked me for days.......and it was days...everytime I left the house, there it was sitting on the hill by the station, tail wagging ....well I thought it was just wanting to be friends. When I realised, I kept Shaggy in the house. One day on returning from school, there was the Jack Russell waiting on the hill as usual. Not realising Shaggy was lying in wait, I opened the door. Out she ran and flew up the hill. Next thing you know, their at it!! They got "stuck together", I didn't know this happened, until a guy called Phil came over laughing and informed me " I'll need a bucket of water to separate them" he said I ran in the house and came back with the water. Phil said "which one is yours". "the little white female" I said pointing toward the yelping pair. "shame....what's her name?" he said.
"erm.........Shaggy" I muttered "ha ha ha "he laughed "she has been now" I kid you not I wanted to die.
