There is growing excitement in the house. So much so that the boys have regressed into counting how many ‘big sleeps’ it is until the day, when Spud arrives.
This is Spud aged five weeks.
He’s a Springer spaniel. After so much canine heartache of late, we are hoping for happier times, the start of a beautiful friendship, a happy family pet and a fell-running companion for Mr Uhdd (obviously Spud will need to grow a bit first.)
I’ll let you know as soon as he gets here: if this blog gets a bit puppy besotted over the next few weeks, please feel free to give me the ‘qwerty’ equivalent of a nudge in the ribs, cheers.