Fate is an Interesting Concept

Yesterday, we went to visit Bert: a chocolate Labrador that, on paper, looked to be a perfect replacement for Harley. Everything went well, right up to the point he attacked Shelby and we had to pry him off her throat. (Shelby is fine, thankfully). Needless to say, Bert did not come home with us. Our drive home was very subdued, because we had both really thought that Bert was "the one".

Whether you put it down to fate, karma, luck, or just fortuitous timing, today proved much better. We were scanning the pet boards last night, and came across Buster. He was in the animal shelter closest to our house, a 1.5 year old pure-bred Boxer. We stopped by the shelter at lunchtime today to see if he was still available and - voila - I am pleased to introduce you to the newest addition to our clan. Buster the Boxer.


As you can see, he is already making himself quite at home. At 1.5 yrs old, he will be quite a handful until we can get him into training classes. Shelby is OK with him, but will probably have to give him some "reminders" that she's a lot older than him and doesn't necessarily want to play all the time.

More updates will be forthcoming.
Andrew