Ever since our beloved Charlie passed away, there has been a furry hole in our lives.
Button and The Boy are besotted by dogs.
Most of our friends have dogs.
My niece has a dog.
We’ve been feeling the pressure.
The kids love him.
He seems to love them.
He travels in the car.
He loves having a bath.
He’s been racing round the garden like a demented thing.
He’s now curled up on the blanket on the rug and is very calm.
It bodes well.
I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of Archie in these here pages.
PS. He’s a rescue dog (as was Charlie). Probably Border Terrier mix. About 3 or 4 years old, we think.
He wasn’t called Archie but he didn’t answer to the stupid name he had (I don’t blame him) and we think Archie suits him much better.
He seems to like it.