Fandango’s one word challenge today is Magnet.
Forgive me but how could I not write about our baby?
We took her to the vet the following day for a check up where she was registered as ‘Puppy’ because we didn’t have a name for her yet. Our vet was so pleased we got another dog so quickly after losing Barney (6 days) and said we had a good pup.
Maggie was a sprollie, her Mum being a two year old Welsh collie and Dad a liver and white springer spaniel. She was one of ten, seven bitches and three dogs, and by the time we got to the farm (thank you GPS else we would never have found it), one dog had been reserved and we had the pick of the rest. She chose me. I was on my knees in the courtyard wearing ten puppies. They were hanging onto my hair, under my hands, pawing my knees but she climbed up on my lap, curled up and went to sleep. The guy put her back and she did the same thing, so that was that and we brought her home, £100 well spent.
Coming out of the vet’s, she was in Hubby’s coat, and he couldn’t go ten paces without someone coming up to him and saying ‘Aw, puppy!’ and giving her a fuss. She loved it.
I said she was a people magnet, and her ears pricked up. We modified it to Maggie, and thus she was christened.
She was about a year old here, and I sent one of the photographs to the farm to let them see how she’d turned out.
This was on the boat in May 2016.