Ever since we got together Oli and I have always wanted to get a dog.
We are obsessed. Obviously though, while we were travelling, it wasn’t at all possible….we were responsible enough to know that until we ‘settled down’ (hate that term) we would make do with creeping on puppies in the park, and enjoying all the trappings West London (and it’s many, many dogs) has to offer. We even joined Borrow My Doggy, a site for pet-less folk to walk dogs, sit them and generally live the doggy dream without any responsibility.
But when the time came, we hot-footed it to Battersea Dogs Home and had our interview (not too scary, but they do take it really seriously). From then, it was down to waiting for the right dog, and hoping we got to the dog first! You see at Battersea, there is a high intake of dogs but unsurprisingly, there’s also a LOT of potential dog owners keen to take their pooch home. So, it was lucky then that I worked from home at the time! I called every morning, left my message, and dutifully awaited their phone call back to tell me they had a giant bull mastiff, and a staff puppy. To be clear, we weren’t very fussy,we wanted an older dog ideally, and one that would be okay in a flat with no garden (but lots of walks!|0. From our research, that seemed to be either a Staffy (Staffordshire Bull Terrier) or a Greyhound. So……we met a greyhound, well, actually we met several and found that our narrow stairs would be an issue for the naturally timid animals.
We registered with various dog rehoming charities, and stalked the pages regularly, imagining our new furry friend hanging out with us watching tv, walking them in the park and of course, going to our local 🙂 Basically, we were obsessed with a dog we didn’t own yet.
Then one day, Battersea called and said they had a little terrier type dog for us……I was iffy. I didn’t want a dicky little runt of a dog. Needless to say, I hot footed it over to meet him (his name was Harlow…..hideous, I know!) and when he ran into the room, I was IN LOVE! He was the perfect mix of scruffball. The most gentle, playful little thing you could hope to meet and it’s safe to say that since that day, we have been pretty much inseparable. Oli met him the same day, and we took him home a couple of weeks later.
So, without further ado, meet Sinbad! Our adorable scruffy old man (he is eight) with a crazy underbite (he’s missing a few teeth!).
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