Been out of the loop for a good few weeks - been away to Norfolk a few times to pick a puppy, then decided not to take him because he was just too much like our dear old Otis and we were comparing the two all the time - felt terrible, but there we go. Sure he's gone to a lovely new home now anyway
- then to the Chew Valley just south of Bristol and the Cotswolds in our trusty campervan for a nice week's holiday, and finally collected our new little furry friend. He is from a litter in Magham Down, not far from Battle, the kids of a lovely dog called Tiggi who is a Spinone/Vizsla cross and an equally lovely dad, Moose who is a thoroughbred fox-red Labrador. His name is Fergus, he's a little crazy and very bitey (as they all are at that age) but also very sweet and charming.
He is now sleeping, but he had a few difficult nights when he first came home with us, squealing and squawking and missing his Mum and brothers and sisters. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster, what with having a dog around again reminding us of Otis and all, but Fergus' character is now beginning to come out well and truly, so he is making his own place in the house.
Above, we have Fergus (right) and his brother Buster (now called Douglas) - we had the devil's own job trying to choose between these two, but ended up with Ferg because of his fantastic colour.
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