Half is a Cocker Spaniel who I have had since he was a puppy and has grown up with my children who are now 10 and 8. I have spent the last year kidding myself he is five when he is actually six. So I find myself wondering where the years went.
I also wonder where the energy went (in fact I never noticed - see later)...we still walk for miles and miles, but we are strangely like the married couple who moved seemlessly from the initial passion to a wonderful companionship that I value more. I love the implicit trust we have in each other and the way we know exactly what to expect from each other. I'm not one to get unsettled and divorce because the fear of him maybe not coming back when called or going out of my sight has gone. We are past such childish things.
So being a settled couple we would be a great home for some dog less fortunate (i.e I, as the woman in the relationship decided this).
Come on! I did discuss it with him, while giving him treats and ignored the fact that a) he would do anything for a bit of chicken and b) he was hearing my voice speaking nicely but didn't understand a word.
So I contacted Cocker and English Springer Spaniel Rescue (Caessr). They sent a lovely lady to do a homecheck. I think Harvey was considering whether we could adopt her, but apparently her family were against the idea.
So a week later I get a call asking if I would be interested in a two and a half year old golden cocker bitch.
We arrange to go and see her on the Sunday afternoon - that would be myself and Harvey, my mother and the brats
