Please join me in wishing our darling Max, AKA Mr Moo, a very Happy 13th Gotcha Day.
13 years ago, we went to visit a young Labrador in his previous home (thanks to my friend, Jo, for kindly driving us there). He was proving too much for those owners, who had taken him on from his previous family when they were having problems and unable to keep him.
Max was a very lively young boy when we met him. He did a wall of death around the living room of his previous home. When I asked the owner what his recall was like, I was informed that he got out of the garden and ran around the estate, but did come back. Wasn’t quite what I meant!
I decided Max was coming home with us and we agreed to have him on a night’s trial – though I had no intention of taking him back and they didn’t have any desire to know where he was going! So he was ours.
We took him for a long walk the morning after we got him home, which he very much needed. When I went to pick up his first poo in our care, I found it had an alien attached. That was a sign of things to come!
Max is the most wonderful boy. The last 13 years have not always been easy. I had to get a window repair man to lie to my husband once when Max tried to jump through a first floor window in our previous house, when he spotted a cat. He used to try to shred our post, would counter surf for anything he could reach and took on the important role of chief toy destroyer.
Mr Moo is not in the greatest of health these days and we see each day as a blessing, one to treasure always. I’m incredibly grateful that for the first 12 years with us, he has been in brilliant health, apart from a few bouts of upset tummy and one encounter with kennel cough. He still has an excellent appetite, still catches treats, still wants to scrounge anything we may be eating, still helps his Daddy cook and still retains the cheekiness, although it is a little watered down these days.
Mr Moo, I love you SO very much. Happy Gotcha Day my darling boy.
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