But a few months ago, I blogged about Hank and Gigi, the pugs we looked after for our friends while they were on holidays overseas.
|Rosie and Gigi (Rosie in her glasses phase!)|
As of yesterday, the dogs are back to live with us permanently. Our friends are going back to the US to live and the dogs are a bit too old (the dogs are siblings from different litters, and are 8 and 7 years old respectively) to safely make the plane trip back with them. So we have adopted them.
We do have one person who's not so excited about them, but most of the little folk here are very pleased about their return. I've caught Rowan trying to lie down in their bed several times already, which has been rather amusing. He only has one really definite word at this stage: "dog," and it is getting a good workout every time the dogs walk in or out of the house.
They are very well trained dogs and have endless patience with toddler fingers heading towards their eyes. I've never been a dog person. I would probably prefer a cat if I'm honest about my pet priorities. But Chris is allergic to cat hair, and he loves dogs, so I think I am going to have to change my thinking and get used to sweeping up dog hair on a very regular basis. They appear deceptively short-haired but they have already shed quite a lot of hair in the 24 hours they have been with us.