The best mate ever..
As we were aware that Homers demise was imminent, I took the plunge and got my name down for a pup. Probably sounds a bit heartless, but we needed to fill the void he left
I had one 'dogless' camp, well Barley came, but tbh she spends more time in everyone elses kitchen tents than she does by my side. So a visit to Thistledown over the easter bank holiday, saw many of us campers reunited for the first camp of the year
Lazy days at Thistledown
Anyway the new pup, 'Tarquin' (apologies, but he was never going to be called Fido or Marley) is now duly collected and parcelled and settled in my home at the grand old age of 10 weeks. With great delight I can report that he seems to be a perfect example of an unruly badly behaved pig ignorant labrador. There are many deja vu moments, which we have put down to the 'voices' he is hearing (I'm sure Homer hasn't bowed out of our lives that silently). Day 1 saw a natural progression to diving into the coffee cup, a distinct lack of interest in dog food, and an overly keen interest in fondant fancies. Tarquin is finding the tomato 'knob' ends a bit unusual, but is prepared to widen his culinary tastes as much as possible. I will try the walnut test, if he walks away from them, I know the voices are well and truly influencing his poor naive head
Our new addition
Testing Tillie for size
And yes, first camp is booked in. At the grand age of 11 weeks I am taking 'pissquick' away to Yorkshire next weekend. Will try and update a bit more frequently... if I ever get round to it.
