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Bringer of Joy

I made the mistake of reading the papers this morning. Not the best way to start the day, because all it did was make me feel incredibly sad about the state of the world. I thought, this is no good. I need something to distract myself, something to make me laugh and to forget for a while that humans often aren’t very kind to each other. 

Therefore, I dug out my DVD of ‘Mapp and Lucia’ which is always good for a bit of gentle wit and tittering. But before I could settle down for a sofa ‘n’ DVD ‘n’ cup of tea couple of hours, Andy said, ‘H has just called.’ (H being the breeder of our puppy). ‘She says she is about to advertise the puppies and do we want to visit today to make sure we have chosen the right puppy for us? She says they have changed a lot in the last two weeks.’ 

Good old Universe! It must have been listening to my gloom. We set off to Derbyshire for a puppy visit! 






Oh my goodness! Talk about a puppy pile on! I deliberately wore an old jumper because I had an inkling that clothing might be a tuggy target for these little friskies! The puppies played and ran, and climbed and nuzzled non-stop! I couldn’t believe how far they’d come on in just two weeks. They all seemed very confident, healthy and happy to play with the new visitors. 

We didn’t change our minds. We stuck with our first choice. For a brief moment of madness, so caught up were we with the puppy frolics, we contemplated taking on TWO of them! But that would be crazy behaviour. Instead, we took lots of photos and a few videos. Andy got peed on. My hair bobble was stolen.
We laughed. A lot! 

And I came away thinking, ‘Who cares about strikes and politicians, scaremongering and retaliatory nastiness when you can get lost in a whole bundle of puppy fun?’ That’s what life is all about! None of this stupid human nonsense.  

(Note to Self: STOP reading the newspapers.)

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