I have a very solid list of requirements that are firm in my mind (small, quiet, young, train-able, pick-up-able, can be left alone, will tolerate weekends or more in kennels, good on the lead, doesn't yap, sociable, brave, cheerful, will be welcomed at Bryn Melyn, likes to do long walks and preferably a dog that likes to run and will help me to continue my first ever interest in regular exercise).
I cant bring myself still to consider a pedigree so I am condemned to search the rescue-pot and I am well aware from past experience that trips to a rescue home are filled with danger - I was deeply concerned I might loose all my senses, fall in love with the sorriest, most miserable, most difficult dog that has ever existed and find myself totally and utterly lumbered. It sounds ridiculous but I was very anxious about how weak I might be.
ANYWAY - I am NOT weak!!!!!........I shed a few tears whilst I patted a very depressed old spaniel desperate for some love - she pressed herself right up against the wire so I could cuddle her (she was beautiful, very sad, I imagined the product of an untimely death of her elderly owner), I fed treats to a gorgeous sad scruffy terrier, I walked straight past a greyhound and didn't even entertain an encounter and I was struck by an extremely cute little staffie (Biscuit). In the cage she looked quiet and loving. I took her for a little walk round the paddock and I felt......................absolutely nothing! In the paddock she was wilful and strong and totally unresponsive and not in the least bit interested in me.........she reminded me of a kid with an ASBO which is probably exactly the company she kept before she was abandoned...........and I felt slightly sorry for her but I had absolutely no urge to take her on..................
So I feel v.relieved......I know what I want & I am sure she/he is out there........excited!!!!!!
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