I hopped onto Pet Rescue one night and from then it was all over red rover...
I knew I wanted a rescue dog,
I knew I wanted a dog that was small to medium size,
I knew I wanted a dog with strong character traits,
I didn't care about age but wanted to have the chance to train it my way,
I knew I wanted a girl and I knew I couldn't wait until next year
So after a month of searching I found a little girl called Mischief in Blacktown, a Staffy X Pup..
It felt wrong to be excited so soon after loosing my precious Obi but I squealed inside as I drove into the street where the foster parents were with the litter
I arrived and another family were there viewing the 3 remaining in the litter and my heart raced, 'don't you take my Mischief!'..
I watched the pups, observed their style, studied their markings and gave a few whistles to see who responded. I cuddled them all and again watched the way they interacted amongst the other dogs and pups around them.
' I would love to take Bolt ' I said ' the little man'
So that day I came home with a rescue dog who will be small to medium size. Staffy's have strong character traits and being a cross Border Collie too will be blissful to train. Ok so I chose a boy but I followed my gut and he just felt right..
That very moment I walked out the gate my heart started healing...
We named him Dexter after some help on FB and we will steer him clear of becoming a serial killer we promise...