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Game of the Name

 I haven’t really been buying puppy stuff this week. Just a puppy sling, and a carrier to use in the car. The puppy sling is so we can go on socialisation outings before Puppy is fully vaccinated, because she can’t go on the ground in public spaces until then. I know it will be a burden having to cart a cute puppy around in a sling for a couple of months but it’s a burden I am willing to bear. And a bed. I did buy a bed. It’s round and squishy with high sides and was the only one of its kind in the shop so it would have been daft to NOT buy it because if I had left it and gone back in a couple of weeks, The Law of Sod means it will have been sold. Buying it was a mere precaution against this eventuality. And some puppy toys. How many toys? Well, twelve toys, since you ask. That’s all. Promise. I did look at a collars and harnesses, but will save buying those until I can take Puppy to be fitted properly. 

And I haven’t really been watching lots of puppy videos with Bambino. Well, maybe just a few. Oh, okay…quite a few. It’s for Bambino’s sake really. To get him used to puppy barks and squeaks. He very much enjoyed watching them. He said, ‘Are we getting one of those, Mum?’ And I said, ‘Yes! Isn’t that thrilling?’ And he sighed, rolled his eyes, and went off for a poo. 

Also, I haven’t really been watching all the dog programmes currently on TV. Oh no, not at all. Perhaps one or two when I’ve nothing else to do. But that’s all. Ditto Instagram. 

Most definitely I have NOT been making a list of P.P.N’s - Potential Puppy Names. That would be INSANE. And the list definitely did NOT reach a number in excess of twenty five. Which I then did NOT whittle down to a shortlist of four after standing in the garden and testing them out by calling an imaginary puppy. 

And those four names are (in no particular order): Hattie, Juno, Beatrice and Georgie. 

No, I’ve been FAR too busy doing WAY more important stuff to think about ANYTHING to do with a Puppy arriving at Damson Cottage in around four weeks’ time. 

Comments

Heather Gott said…
Because it would be ridiculous if you had. Totally looney, insane. Barking mad (pun intended!)

(Yay to joyous excitement) xxx
15 January 2023 at 14:05
Denise said…
I know! It’d be the act of crazy dog-lady in the making!
15 January 2023 at 17:28
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