Mo is to blame for everything, she found the advert for 3 week old Yorkillon pups, about 5 miles from where I live. I couldn’t not go to see them and when I did, it was love at first sight, I named her Gracie.
Mum, Wendy (Yorkshire Terrier) and Dad, Bubbles (Papillon) seemed to have lovely temperaments, there was only one puppy left and she was the pup I would have chosen. It must have been meant. However, once reality set it, my poor family and friends had a month of me being particularly annoying (I don’t do things by halves!):
My thoughts before getting Gracie:
“Oh no, I won’t have time to do anything with her!”
“Oh no, I won’t have time to do any work, once she comes!”
“Awww, she is so beautiful! So excited to get her!”
“Oh no! Poppy is not going to love me as much!”
“Aww! I can’t wait to play with her!”
“Aww! I can’t wait to love and hug her!”
I was terrified and excited, all at the same time. I made a list of everything I would need…
We set the pen up about a week before getting her, to let Poppy (my older dog) get used to the new configuration. The pen means that Poppy’s life with a new puppy is disrupted as little as possible, Gracie isn’t able to constantly annoy her, the pen also means that Gracie can’t chew at things that she shouldn’t be chewing (puppies are generally suicidal).
From the moment of bringing her home, I knew it was the right thing, it was like she had been with us forever. I am hoping in this blog to be as honest as possible. I don’t think it is always going to be easy, but I think it will be a lot of fun, she has already improved my life, she is hilarious and I love her.