We didn’t take Spud down to Devon with us, we stayed overnight with friends and we felt some of his puppy ways were a bit unreasonable to foist upon them (or more accurately, their carpets!)
We missed him, we know he would have loved to charge along the beach
There were a few dogs around, perhaps not surprisingly we spotted a Springer Spaniel having loads of un; it’s a bit like when you buy a new cars, suddenly the roads seem full of the same make and model, we keep seeing Springer’s everywhere. This is not Spud, but it looks like him, don’t you think.
Spud spent a couple of nights back at the kennels where we was bred, he found a new friend in a similar aged labradoodle pup.
Knowing we’d be unable to get back in time to pick him up from the kennels, our neighbour kindly picked him up for us and dropped him off at home, in the kitchen, an hour or so before we were due back, the plan worked a like a dream; however it could have gone pear-shaped, as I’d thoughtlessly left the inner cat flap set to ‘outwards,’ so when the boys and I got home a very excited Spud was running the wall of death around the utility room having squeezed through the cat flap from the kitchen, if he’d have managed a bit of ‘joined up thinking’ he would have realised he could also get through the cat flap in the back door and out into the big wide world, for a proper adventure.