There are more puppies for sale in the paper. I saw the advert on Thursday. They look so cute! It would be the best Christmas ever if we bought one and took her home...but a puppy's not just for Christmas, it's for life! Which would defo be the case for us, but we're still humming and ho-ing about having one living with us in the flat. Until we get a house...my boyfriend says. We don't have a garden here so it couldn't go out and play or dig or run about wild and free. There is a park across the road, but it's not the same as your own garden.
I remember the days of Fudge (our dog) when you would open the back door and she'd run freely, around the garden, in the fields and explore the woods by herself. Like a child she'd always come home when she was hungry. Sometimes she'd come home stinking of goodness knows what, so my mum would bath her and the cutest, softest and whitest Fudge would appear after her bath looking healthy and glowing, pampered and proud.
So with all this in mind, I am away to look properly at the properties for sale...now!
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