These were in the photo box.
Cue cute alert, and I make no apologies for it.
We brought Maggie home on Friday March 11th 2005. Hubby had collected me from work after I’d asked that morning if we could get another dog, even though it was just 6 days since we’d lost Barney so suddenly.
If we hadn’t had the satnav, we would never have found the farm which was way out in the sticks near Axminster.
She was one of 10 pups, 7 bitches and 3 dogs, and she picked me.
This is the first night on the sofa (we started of as we meant to go on, sigh) and the first picture of her:
That first night I slept on the floor in the lounge as she slept in a drawer using an old jumper of Hubby’s as a cushion as we’d gotten rid of everything when Barney died.
I woke up in the early hours to feel a furry body snuggling into me, so I got up to let her out for a wee, she performed for me (only 7 weeks!) then I put her back in the drawer and settled back down to sleep. I woke up in the morning to find her curled up alongside me.
It’s surprising how fast puppies grow isn’t it.
She was about 6 months old here.
These 2 pictures were taken the following year and she was getting those ‘springer’ ears.
We moved away from Poole in June 2007, living in a tent as we were house hunting and getting rained out on a regular basis, so we invested in a caravan.
True to form, the sun came out, but six weeks later we’d found a house and the purchase went through in just 10 days.
This is one of the first pictures taken when we’d finished the lounge in the cottage. It had been up on the wall in a frame with umpteen others so hasn’t fared very well in scanning and size adjustment.
These pictures were also taken in the cottage but have been used before
Now here she is at 14 (picture taken February 4th 2019).