Friday, 13 August 2010

My Autobidography . . . .Chapter 1. Puppyhood

I thought it might be a good thing to run through my first 6 years, and jot down the highs and lows of a little dog's life.

Back in mid 1999 I was born in Cardiff somewhere, the exact details are sketchy. About 6 months later I found myself in the RSPCA kennels. I don't know why or how, or where all my family went. But I was really well looked after there, and had all my doggy jabs and even had a little microchip inserted under my skin. I think its a good chip, not some kind of government-spy chip or Terminator/RoboDog chip.

After a short while a lady and 2 men came to the kennels and said "we want him". They meant me !! I was off to a new home.
They were Mr & Mrs Clarke and their son. They were all lovely even though they were all elderly.
I had a lovely time living with them. They named me Jacky. And they fed me looooooooads of stuff, - doggy food sometimes, but lots of chocolate and puddings and cakes and stuff. Yummy. I suppose I did put on a bit of weight, because although I ate loads I didn't really go for walks. Anyway, life was nice and most days were pretty much the same.
Then about 5 or 5 1/2 years into our lives together, something happened and it all changed.
One day lots of people came to the house and it was really busy, next thing I know a man said "I'll look after him, but only for a very short time". I never saw Mr or Mrs Clarke or their son again. I did overhear someone say that they had all been ill and died within a very short time of each other, all from totally unrelated illnesses. A great shame, they were very lovely people.

Fairly soon afterwards, Mr & Mrs Clarke's other son, Mike, collected me from my foster home and put me in his car, saying "Come on Jacky, time for you to meet your new Mummy and Daddy". I didn't really understand what that meant, but I was happy to be in the car with Mike on a big adventure.
Mike met up with some bloke called Kevin and after I'd had a bit of fuss off him, he got me to jump into his car instead of Mike's and we drove away.
I cried the whole journey ! I had no idea what was happening to me. Everyone was gone, it was just me and Kevin. He seemed nice, and kept saying "I'm going to be your new Daddy, and your new Mummy can't wait to meet you". But I was sooooo upset I didn't care. I just cried and cried.
We ended up in a place called Bath, where Kevin took me into a new house. I was able to run around the house, sniffing everything and then he let me outside to run around a huge garden, which was amazing ! Kevin then fetched my bed, food and toys out of his car and put them in the house. Looks like I'll be staying for a little while then !
Later that day, the front door opened and a lady came in. Kevin said "Its Mummy". I ran to the door and said "Hello" to the lady, who knelt down on the floor and gave me loads of kisses and hugs. "We're your new Mummy and Daddy" she said, "And you are gorgeous !". Aaaah, the way to my heart. Well not really, the best way to my heart is food ! But fuss comes a close second.
The 3 of us sat together and played with some of my toys. Then we all had food together. And I got lots of fuss, and had lots of photos taken. When it was time to go to bed, I gave my new Mummy and Daddy big kisses, and gots loads back! Then I curled up in my bed at the bottom of the stairs. I was exhausted, it had been a very very busy day. I'd left Cardiff behind and was about to start the next chapter in my life - life with my Mummy and Daddy !

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