We met up with several people we knew, and I was seen by two little dogs some distance off, and they came racing up to me for fuss. It feels so good as Maggie used to do the same. I can remember in the early days of our recall training she would launch herself at me, confident I’d catch her. Other times, she’d put her front feet over my arm and snuggle tight against my chest, then lift her back legs to push herself up to my neck, knowing I’d never let her fall.
Photo combi: one of the first headers on my blog
We were talking to Danny’s owner yesterday, and she was saying that Oscar’s owners are picking up a new dog from a rescue centre this weekend. He’s an 8 year old shih tzu cross whose owner is in poor health and cannot look after him now. Although nothing like their previous dog, he has the same name. Another dog walker who lost their springer spaniel some years ago got an identical one from a rescue centre shortly before we moved here. The temperament is totally different and it pulls on the lead something fierce, having had her over a few times.
When we lost Barney, I wanted a bitch rather than a dog so as not to be tempted to make comparisons. We went to view a german shepherd, but she didn’t like women so we ended up getting a local paper to the area we were in, and they were advertising Sprollies. The rest is history.
Photo: on the river bank at Stratford Upon Avon on our first trip in July 2015
We don’t want another dog. Maggie was too special and too much a part of our lives for so long, but I am lucky that there are so many dogs around us that know me and their owners are happy to ‘share’.