She is a brown eyed blonde that wants to be entertained on a regualr basis, thinks she is the cutest thing that has walked the planet and drools when she sees her food and is a right bitch, yep thats our dog.
It all started when my husband and eldest son went to the food market and came back with an appointment to see a dog (note to oneself send them to another food market).
Driving over there I remember telling my extremely over-excited sons - we are only going to meet this dog nothing else!
I was feeling smug because I said that we all had to like the dog and my secret weapon was my daugther!! Yep she strongly objected to us even visiting this dog oh yeah Little Miss Vocal kept repeating 'I do not like dogs" and "we have two cats already" and "dogs are smelly" and so for me it was in bag, we would be returning home without the four legged beast!!!
Within five minutes of meeting the dog, my daugther, my secret weapon, turns to me and says
"can we bring her home!!!!"
And presto there we have no 4 at home.
After living in appartment our garden must have looked like a field and therefore explained why she got lost between the back door and the washing line on a regular basis.
Her name is Calice (french for chalice), were we feeling religious when we got her?
Was it a case of 'oh God we have a dog!' no that is the name she came with so that was that. She was two years old when she came to us so in dog years that makes her a teenager, what were we thinking in bringing a four legged hormonal teenager into the house!!
So in the last two years I have had to drag myself out in all weathers to 'walk' her (okay I'll be honest in really bad weather I either run her to the end of my street - a whole 1.75 minute walk), getting a tick off her eyelid - they really do 'pop' when they are pulled out (yuck), bringing her to dog school (well she is a bitch - har har har) no needed a few tips on walking a strong dog and keeping my arms in my sockets, hoovering up all her dog hair - crikey we could make a new dog with all the hair that comes off her and then recently the highlight of my pre-breakfast routine had been to spray a desinfectant up her ass (due to an infection) - yes life cannot get any better after that!!
Ah well she does always seem very pleased to see me which is nice (does that make her gay?) and she does have the softest ears so alright we'll keep her for the time been, besides my husband is delighted to have a blonde who obeys him!!
