Thursday, 22 October 2015

Lucky me!

One year ago I woke up (several times during the night actually) to this gorgeous little boy who'd come into my life...

Vespa aged almost 8 weeks

and I woke up this morning (having had a peaceful night's sleep) to this incredible hulk...

Vespa aged almost 14 months

I just can't believe how much he's grown. He really was such a teeny tiny pup and now he's built like the proverbial brick shit house... or as I affectionately like to call him 'The Tank'.

I got back from a really lovely time of socialising, not quite such a nice time of work and a bit of a delayed journey home from London (thanks to a broken down train at York) yesterday to one helluva welcome. It was just amazing that, even though Vespa'd had a fun time with Mary and Tim in Kelso, he was so excited to see me. I was quite lucky not to get a headbutt as he kept trying to leap up at me, but eventually calmed down enough to get in the car and come home.

I think that's the wonderful thing about dogs. You can go round the corner and come back 5 minutes later and be greeted like a long lost friend, but when you do go away and come back after days away, the greeting is unbelievable.

I feel so lucky to have him in my life, even though I seem to be covered in bruises this morning from that effusive greeting!

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