My lovely wife and I have been talking about getting a new dog. Our dog, Salome, is a lovely Staffordshire bull terrier.
When Sally was only little, she was a wild and excitable dog. We named her Salome, because we believed that she would dance for the head of John the Baptist. I know ... probably bad taste, but it is a name that really suits her well.
She is a great dog, but a bit hair brained. When we open the gate, Sally will take to the hills without a care in the world. Several times in her life so far, Sally has run away from home and she has always turned up at the council dog lock-up. Sally is now nine years old, but she still has lots of years left in her (hopefully).
Sally isn’t a working dog ... she is only a pet. Not that there is anything wrong with that, she is really just not a working dog. We love her lots, but she is a dim thing.
Our newest Green Home Farm animal arrived on the 11th of October is a pure bred Cardigan Corgi by the litter name of “Mighty Mouse” we very quickly realised that this was not the name that would do well for us. Our choice is much more simply ... Max.
Max is just twelve weeks old and is one hundred percent boy dog. Aww but he is so cute! It’s a good thing that our two dogs don’t get along together!
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