I have always wanted a dog, but because we both worked long hours in an office, we knew that it wasn’t fair to bring one into our lives, but that didn’t stop me mentioning it every now and again, and again!
Then, in 2013, our circumstances changed, I was at home all day struggling with ME/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. One day, my husband said, “OK let’s get a dog!”. I couldn’t believe it, I think he thought having a dog would help me on my road to recovery, keep me company and stop me pestering him!
Enter Barney, a Border Terrier. We re-homed Barney, or ‘Barney Rubble, always in Trouble‘, as he is ‘affectionately’ known, a 10 week old puppy from Battersea Dogs Home, in December 2013.
To say we were in shock for the first few weeks is not an exaggeration! Even though I’d read books on the breed, looked at the Kennel Club website and chatted to Border Terrier owners, somehow they didn’t quite manage to get across, or maybe we didn’t believe them, how you spend the first sleepless night wondering whether he will still be alive when you go down in the morning, the razor-sharp baby teeth, the constant visits to the garden and the sheer overload of joy, laughter, fun and unconditional love this little bundle of extreme cuteness brings you. Your life is never the same again!
When Barney turned two, he really settled and calmed down, his recall was good, he was eating well and we were in a good place with him. We thought it would be a great idea to get him a buddy. After a lot of consideration we decided to rescue another dog and along came Sandy, a one year old terripoo (terrier cross haha) rescued by the Wild At Heart Foundation from Cyprus. Oh what another shock! Sandy had a whole different set of issues, slowly we worked with her and slowly she learnt to trust us, feel safe and let us see her kooky, funny personality.
Barney and Sandy get along great together, they are different but they help each other. We love them both and won’t be without them.