Before I got pregnant with Libby, hubby and I talked about how many children we would have.
We both agreed that two was the right number for us. My births weren’t ideal with either of the girls, I had to be induced both times because I’d ended up nearly 10 months pregnant.
As you can imagine, when Lia came out, all 9 lb 15 oz of her, I pretty much decided that my child bearing days were over. But eventually, hubby and I had “that” conversation. Would we have “just one more?”
Lia is nearly walking and she has a whole repertoire of words up her sleeve. She’s just not a baby anymore.
The girls are such good friends now, I’ve learnt an enormous amount about siblings. I know that it won’t always be like this, but how lovely to have somebody to grow up with.
I know that hubby secretly wanted a boy. I also know that in our own way, we are both missing having a baby around the house.
So we made a decision.
Things moved on rather quickly from there, and we’ve got some news.
Allow me to introduce Bubbles.
Like many staffies, Bubbles wasn’t wanted by her owner. She was only 15 weeks old when she went to a rescue organisation, Boxer and Bullies Saviours. We collected her yesterday at 18 weeks old.
I wouldn’t usually take on a puppy, I tend to prefer to rescue older dogs that might find it more difficult to find a home. In this case though, I had to compromise.
Hubby didn’t want to get a dog that wasn’t a puppy because of the children. He was worried about not knowing its background and whether it had the potential to snap at someone.
I didn’t want to get a dog that wasn’t a rescue, because hundreds of dogs are put to sleep every day in the UK just because there is no rescue space for them.
For every dog that is rehomed, another dog can have the rescue space.
So we came to a compromise, we would rescue a puppy. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long at all to find a puppy that was in foster nearby who needed a home.
I have been genuinely stunned at what a quick learner Bubbles is.
I collected her yesterday and we got home at lunch time. By this evening, she had learned to walk perfectly to heel on the lead. She can also sit, stay and come on call and is learning to give a paw.
Pluto has been incredibly welcoming and they are already playing together, although he draws the line at sharing his bed.
Bubbles is desperate to play with Jamer as well, but Pluto is rather protective of Jamer, so he won’t allow them to play until he’s sure that Bubbles doesn’t mean Jamer any harm.
So our little family has expanded yet again. Two adults, two children, two dogs…
I think it’s time we had another cat.
Please note. I intend to write a blog post tomorrow. If I don’t do so, my husband has killed me owing to the suggestion of more animals. Please check on the welfare of my children and animals. Thanks.