Yes, yes I am but don't care. Currently in my house on my own with ddog, who is sat snoring softly next to me with his head on my lap, legs in the air, and I've just had a little happy cry to myself over her and how far he's come.
We got him a couple of years after the devastating loss of our other ddog. It wasn't planned. DH got a call from his brother who had heard about a pup who was for sale. A bargain price. It was a BYB situation. I didn't want anything to do with it but DH said let's just take a look, maybe its fate.
I actually gasped when I saw him. he was on his own in the corner of a freezing hard filthy floor just shivering. It was pretty clear the people were a bit dodgy. The mum dog had lost interest in the pup as she was only a pup herself. I was elbowing DH to signal "let's get out of here" until I heard "if you don't want this one I'm giving him to my sister who fancies breeding and will want a stud"
Obviously we picked him up the day after.
They told us he was 8 weeks, vet said he cant have been more than 5 or 6 weeks max. Great.
He was actually pure HORRIBLEness. He didn't like men (BIL told us its the sort of household with a lot of people hanging around drinking etc), so we suspected he just lay in the kitchen on his own with lots of loud drunk men around.
He didn't sleep for very long. We had to put him in bed with us for comfort so we could tag team sleeping for an hour here and there.
when he was awake we couldn't hold him and cuddle him, he was bitey, scratchy, way more than normal pup stuff. Id be covered in bites and scratches constantly. he was gentle with the DC, but awful with us.
We mentioned a few times about rehoming over the next few months. we're experienced owners but this dog was a walking 4 legged fur covered nightmare. Both knowing we'd never do it, but it was nice to think about I won't lie.
I was so upset, id still not got over losing my other ddog, and now the one that was supposed to help heal my heart wasn't very nice.
We worked so hard with him for what felt like forever. It took about 9 months. hes 7 now.
He is my best friend. He and DC2 are partners in crime and have a particularly special bond. he's the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning. he has wonderful little quirks that bring me so much joy, he's actually got a sense of humour, he will seek me out if he knows I'm upset and sit on me, he likes his paws being tickled, his ears smell like how i imagine heaven might smell, he squeaks when he wants strokes. He loves cats and plays with spiders, never hurting them, just likes nudging them along with his perfect nose.
Only problem is I suspect there won't ever be another dog that can help me heal after he goes. He's my one in a million heart dog and I will love him forever.
I don't even care if no one replies or acknowledges this, I just had to get this little testament to my wonderful doggy out (and maybe let some people know that there is hope if they have a dickhead of a puppy!)