Pictures taken in April 2018
Hubby and I didn’t have her spayed because we wanted her to have a litter.
Our intention was to keep one pup and find homes for the rest, which with her springer nose and collie intelligence (or is it the other way round LOL), Hubby had already had a word with the security sniffer dog team and they were interested.
Although we never actually had ‘the real thing’, we made up a mock cigar of old baccy and let Maggie find it. She never failed.
None of the dogs we came in contact with in Poole were a suitable mate as the vet had told us we had to be careful of size because she was quite small for her breed. A cocker spaniel or sprocker would have been OK, but we didn’t know any, only labs, lurchers, retrievers, collies, GSDs and a couple of dachshunds.
We did strike gold on the beach one day getting into conversation with the owner of a beautiful black and white cocker spaniel. I didn’t quite get to the stage of asking if I could measure his dog (shoulder width!!! get your mind out of the gutter!!), but he didn’t want his dog getting up to ‘any of that’ thank you very much, so we parted company on a somewhat amused, bemused and confused state.
Maggie’s seasons were never a problem for us. She kept herself clean and we were careful around other dogs, keeping our distance so as not to tease or frustrate them. We timed our walks so that we would more or less be on our own, and never had a string of males queueing up at the gate wanting to get a whiff.
When we moved to Lincolnshire in 2007, we adopted the same policy, but a nice Daddy never materialised until 2013.
At 8, we believed she was too old to have pups and left things as they were.
In 2014 we bought the boat and a year later got chatty with MSM who has become a dear and loyal friend. The lady who moved in opposite her has a black cockapoo who Maggie absolutely adored! She was once again tarty and forthright with her advances, but he didn’t want to know, though he liked to play. She still had the occasional season, though it never lasted more than a week and we were very careful that ‘accidents’ didn’t happen because of her age.
These days, she is very friendly with a little yorkie in the next road, looking out for him in his garden every time she passes. If he’s outside, he comes rushing up to the gate and they rub noses through the mesh. He’s not intimidated by her size at all and it is so cute to watch them.
Photo November 2018 on her new (small) bed.