So after Kirsty (22) and Lucie (3) asking daily if they can have a dog and Holly (1) bouncing up and down going “woof. woof. woof.” which I think means she wants a dog, I’ve finally be convinced (or given in) and we’re now getting a dog.
I’m a cat person normally but since I wasn’t after a pet anyway, a dog isn’t really an issue – I’m allergic to both so what the hell. It does mean that I don’t know anything about this thing though. Apparently they don’t even know what type of dog it is – it might be a cross between a pug (which I thought was slang for Peugeot) and a labrador. It kind of looks like a small lab that has run into a window but apparently we’ll find out when it gets bigger – however big it gets…
Anyway, that just left the issue of names. I asked Lucie what she wanted to call it and she looked around the kitchen and said “Milky Way”. Since then we’ve had Coco Pops, cabbage and a whole array of food – but nothing we could actually call it. Luckily it’s a boy so names like Precious haven’t cropped up which is good as it means I can walk it without sounding like a right nob.
We eventually settled on Billy. I’ll post a pic when it gets out of the slammer.
