Like many pet owners I am frequently guilty of personifying them, that is attributing human like emotions to them. Things like happiness, loneliness, boredom or frustration. I don’t know why we do this, but I am definitely guilty of it. So please understand that as the backdrop to what follows.
My dog Murphy is going to be really sad. Her best friend, Gus the Burmese cat, just walked out the door two weeks ago, never to be seen again. Today, her little friend Walter the border terrier, that we walk with every day was packed off in a little transport crate to start his new life in New Zealand. So in the space of a fortnight she has gone from hanging out with her little dark brown friend during the day, playing games and rough housing with him, taking breaks to walk with her little friend from around the corner, to now being all alone.
I know on tomorrow morning’s walk she will stop outside his house and wait for him to come out, and he isn’t coming out.
The very thought was breaking my heart. We have decided to buy another dog. They are after all, pack animals. I have contacted the breeder and as luck would have it, they had the perfect dog. He is about the same age, house trained (I love that idea) of similar personality and they had to think long and hard before giving him up.

I’m excited about it.
It will mean getting used to walking two dogs in the morning rather than one of course, but I reckon that’s manageable. It may take some practice but I’m up for it. Living in a tiny inner city house means twice daily walks so I feel sure it won’t take long