So last week we visited the kennels to view two other dogs that were suggested as our potential pet. One of them, Jack, was a huge dog and a big softie. I admit that I fell completely in love with Jack, but unfortunately Small Daughter was nervous of his size and, more importantly, she had an allergic reaction to his brindle (brown flecked) coat. Brindle and pale greyhounds shed their coats, and it's the black greyhounds that don't. The other dog, Princess, was a smaller 5 year old black bitch and very placid. After walking the two of them we agreed between the three of us that Princess was the more suitable dog, and we asked for her to be reserved for us. We were so excited to have finally chosen our dog!
This morning we went to meet her again for the second time, and to take her out for another walk. She is a beautiful dog, with a sleek coat and big brown eyes. And she's so quiet and easygoing. We walked past a house with three dogs barking at Princess through the gates and she glanced at them but showed no reaction at all. She was very affectionate towards us and seemed particularly taken with the Teenager-in-Waiting who was quietly chuffed.
We were given details of Princess's background, including her pedigree line dating back to the early 1800s which is amazing. We were also given her details from her racing history, including how many races she'd won and her ranking. I felt like a proud mum reading her child's school report "Oh, well done, you were ranked A2" (A1 being top, A10 being the lowest ranking). When we got home I was even able to check her history online and look at photos of her ancestors and read that she is descended from some very prestigious racing dogs.
On the way home from the kennels we stopped off at a pet shop and bought even more essential items for the dog: toys, grooming stuff, treats, a ball. At home I also checked online for pet insurance and was shocked by the price. Some of them were quoting over £20 a month for basic cover! One of them even included bereavement counselling in the premium, which I think is going too far. I know the death of a pet can be very sad, but bereavement counselling? Really?
Incidentally, we will be renaming Princess. We have a name in mind but I won't say in case we change our minds. Again.
I can't believe we have made a commitment to bring her home soon, which will be the day after we get back from our holiday (2nd August). The girls are ecstatic about getting a dog. I'm really looking forward to having her at home, but also totally terrified of not being able to train her and get her into a routine. Help! Wish us luck.