Who doesn’t love a Star Wars reference?
Nothing to do with dogs? Maybe. Maybe not.
I’ve been living here for 6 weeks now and it’s going great but to tie in with the title, we need a little context.
About 18 years ago, my mom and dad had a Border Collie puppy called Harry. They had been subject to a number of burglaries where they lived and although he was a pup, he had some bark. With dad working away a lot, this gave mom a lot of support and reassurance.
There are so many stories for Harry, they could fill a whole blog themselves but this isn’t about Chuff (pet names for pets – what’s wrong with that?) So, sad times when Harry died aged 16 and to fill the massive gap mom and dad found in their lives they chose a new Border Collie pup – Theodore, or Ted for short.
Now, long story short, Ted didn’t work out. A beautiful boy but all style and no substance as he quickly grew more aggressive as he matured. This increase in aggression unfortunately ended with Ted attacking his mom.
A modified diet, high levels of exercise, two different dog trainers, behavioural coaching……..the list goes on but, after several more attacks and, finally, a trip to the hospital, time was called and Ted went off to Border Collie Rescue.
My mom was distraught and, to make matters worse, was now anxious and even fearful around dogs.
After a trip to Crufts, it was decided a ‘kill or cure’ route was to be followed and a new pup sought out – leading with heart over head.
This brings up pretty much up to date.
They came to me and it just clicked and felt right so they chose me and brought me home.
I’ll keep you posted.