I thought I would start the first of my Expat Pet series with the story of my little Expat Pet...
One fateful afternoon I was procrastinating over work (sorry Boss) and decided I would "just have a look" at puppies in the area on the internet. Big Mistake...HUGE. What began as an email enquiry to an advertisement, was responded to with a telephone call within the hour to which a visit to the breeder's house was arranged that evening. You would have a heart of stone if these tiny little teddy bear toy poodle puppies didn't make you melt and so 48 hours later we took our fur baby home. Seriously, don't even think about replying to an advertisement and definitely don't step into a breeder's house unless you are certain you want a pet...because you will take one home. You. Will. Take. One. Home.
I'm no fool; I knew dogs are a lot of responsibility but the rapidity of the decision meant I was super unprepared. The breeder gave us advice and doggy belongings but I had absolutely no idea what I had got myself into or what to do. The first few nights our little pup screamed the apartment block down as she was distraught at leaving her Mum, Dad and Sisters. I felt so awful for her. I struggled to work as I was tired and distracted. Potty training, crying and wanting to play - she didn't seem keen on the obsession I have with my laptop - aka work. There was no bond between us and every time we played, she sunk her sharp little puppy nashers into me. The first few weeks I was crying to my Husband, parents friends and basically anyone that would listen "what have I done? I have ruined my last few years of childless freedom!" I remember my Husband saying to this tiny fur ball one morning before work "be a good girl today otherwise Mummy will take you back to the Breeder" Bad Times.
Still, fur baby and I got through it together and as the bond grew I started to see that this was actually the best mistake I had ever made. Sure she is a distraction, a responsibility, a bit of a pain sometimes BUT I can't begin to tell you about our mutual admiration and love for each other. Oh gosh, I'm trying to hold it back somewhat but I just gotta let it go. She is the NUTS, is such wonderful company and basically lights up our world. Without fail, I have to take her out at least once a day. I work from home, have a gym and even friends in my building so you'd be surprised at how little I got out in the World pre-fur baby (I kind of stored it all up for the Weekends). Who knew that the little ball of fur could teach me so much? She is the master of "joie de vivre" and makes me slow it down to enjoy the little moments of life. You can feel the telepathic stare sometimes "put down that blimmin' laptop because it is a beautiful day outside and we should sooo play along the seawall"! My cutie makes me laugh so hard and tries to lick my eyes when I cry. She is so lovely; being sad, aggressive or territorial isn't part of her emotional spectrum.Also, just look at her...she is soo freaking cute.
Do you have an Expat Pet? If so, please tell us about your little furry bundle of joy! If you are thinking about getting a pet as an expat or will be relocating with your fur baby - then check out the second and third post of our Expat Pets series.
You matter!Your comments matter! Don't let the World miss out on your point of view. Comment below or join the discussion on our forum