Thursday, February 19, 2009
It's a Pet Takeover. Here is our Pollydog.
She's from the mumble pet shop unmumble. We were looking for a rescue dog, but with young children wanted a puppy rather than an older dog with unknown issues/phobias. We couldn't find one that wasn't going to grow to the size of a mountain.
I went into the pet shop on a fact-finding mission and there she was. That was it. Game over. Mr Koala wasn't even in the country at the time. He came home to find himself a dog owner.
She's kind of that third baby koala, although I do have the sense to treat her vaguely like a dog, so she knows her place in the hierarchy. Although she and Princess did debate that a lot, I think Polly's got the idea now and does actually obey Princess, particularly if dried liver is around.
She loves people, soft toys and the sand pit, hates the rain, fish oil capsules and when she was immunised she cried so loudly all the other vets at the surgery came running into the room to see what was wrong.
She often needs a haircut, but long or short, she's the kind of dog everybody stops on the street to say hello too. She repays their attention with lots of love and licking and has fans all over our suburb.
Rumour has it she's a cavoodle, but personally I think a terrier got over the fence and had its wicked way with a Miss Poodle.
Who cares? We think she's perfect.
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