It’s been a long time since my last blog post and for that I apologise. The last few months have been the craziest and most life changing months I’ve ever experienced – in a good way!
So firstly, my partner and I moved home – YEY! Before we lived in a flat, which, don’t get me wrong was lovely but it’s true what they say ‘you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone’ and in this case it was the lack of garden! We missed the freedom of being able to go outside and lay in the sun or get home from work to say those 3 beautiful words ‘Fancy a BBQ?’ so after endlessly scrolling through Rightmove we found the house of our dreams (Ok in reality we kissed a few house frogs before we met our house prince – but you get the idea!) The contracts were signed and we were ready to move, but there was something still missing and that was the pitter patter of little…PAWS.
For years we have talked about how much we would have loved to have a dog but due to circumstances (flat without a garden, not being allowed pets, work etc…) we just couldn’t have one. Therefore another reason for the big move was to bring home a little bundle of joy, who is now known as Indiana Bones, a 9 week old chocolate Labrador.
After spending months researching and looking for the perfect pup, searching rescue sites and pet sites, we found Indy at 3 days old and there was just something about him (even if he did look like a little ball sack.)
5 days later we jumped in the car and travelled 3 hours to wales to meet who we now know to be Indy and after spending an hour with him, meeting mum and his sisters (he was the only boy in the litter!) we decided he was the one. From this point we had 4 weeks to move into the new house and 7 weeks until Indy was home. Everyone would say ‘I bet you’re so excited to move’ but the truth was Indy overshadowed everything – I thought about him non-stop, wondering how he was growing and getting on, bothering the poor women 24/7, in fact she actually said to me ‘I’ve never known a puppy to be so loved’ which I think translated to ‘You’re a bit too obsessed and need to calm down’ ha!
Move in day arrived and we were buzzing! That is until I realised I had to carry every single little thing out of the flat down a flight of stairs, pop it into the van and then unpack it at the other end. I’d moved before so I don’t know why I forgot about that bit (my brain has the tendency to mentally block traumatic times), but I did so let’s fast forward past the sweat, tears and pain and get to the good bit! Our first few weeks in the new house were glorious (oh apart from the fact we had no Wi-Fi, mobile signal and TV signal) We had loads of friends coming to visit, lots of BBQ’s and an amazing house warming party. But in the back of my mind each day was better than the last because I knew it was getting closer to the big day. At times I honestly felt like I was nesting getting ready for his arrival and luckily for us the 3 weeks flew by so quickly!
BAMN! Indy day had arrived. After a 6 hour round trip, a few cries (mainly us) and a backseat full of pee we were home. At first he was quite nervous with his tail between his legs (I was so worried about this, I thought his tail was broken! ha) but within a few days he was running from one side of the house to the other, snuggling into us for mid afternoon naps and standing at our feet with a fully functioning wagging tail! Within the short space of 3 weeks he has become our best friend and although we sometimes joke (mostly when he launches at our face and bites the tip of our nose) that we’ll be shipping him back to wales, we wouldn’t trade him in for the world.
It definitely isn’t easy and when people say ‘you don’t know how hard it is until you have your own’ (dog of course not baby) they’re completely right. We’re currently living on little sleep and our bodies are covered in teeth and scratch marks but it’s worth it.
I’m now back and plan to be more active than ever.