The day I had been waiting for had arrived, My Dad and I had travelled up the four and a half hours by train up north the day before and stayed at a lovely B and B guesthouse. I had woken up saturday morning after a surprisingly good sleep, probably had something to do with the mattress which was one of those that conformed to your body, think I might need to get one they are amazing. I have never seen such choice for breakfast but it was quite early in the day to be making such complicated decisions, I finally decided on a very very nice scrambled egg, smoked salmon and chives on toast. The breeder had said that she would pick us up at nine to go and see the puppy and then take us to the train station for our train. We had booked first class travel which was an experience in itself never having travelled first class before. Cleo however deserved the best and we thought it may be quieter for her on her first trip of five hours (yes it took longer going back).
9am arrived and bang on time the breeder knocked on the door, I was just finishing packing and got downstairs to find the breeders son holding cleo. She looked up at me as I walked in and my heart melted, and the realisation dawned on me that this little puppy was now mine and could be a part of my life for 15 years. I felt so excited but also a bit afraid as I thought of the responsibility she was going to be. First however we had to sort out the practical bits and get her home on the train. I wondered how she would cope in the big wide world, quite a test for a little 10 week old puppy to travel on trains and be in the hustle and bussle of train stations. I needn't have worried she was a pro and took it all in her stride lapping up all the attention anyone fancied giving her which was quite a lot, I did think that maybe I should have brought some ink along with me for her to do pawographs. Most people thpught that she was a cuddly toy until she moved and then they exclaimed "oh she's real" or "is she real"
After our very succesful journey home Cleo was introduced to her new home, she seemed to approve, but it didn't take long before the toilet training task ahead became apparent. We hadn;t been home long before I was spending rather a lot of time cleaning up little accidents. The breeder had said she was paper trained but being a refined little puppy she turned her nose up at that and thought that the carpet was much more comfy, only the softest toilet roll for Cleo. I decided the next day was toilet training day.
The first night I decided to be strong, I had prepared myself for about zero hours sleep and had thought of ways to stay calm, such as go into my bedroom and put on calming music (on loud) so as not to hear her cries and then my maternal instinct wouldn't have to rrespond. Putting her in her puppy crate I covered it with a blanket turned of the light and said "goodnight" She started to cry and whine and my heart pulled at me to go back to her but I escaped to my room and put on my music, to my relief after about half hour she stopped but then I didn't know what was worse because now I wanted to check if she was alright. Fighting the urge to check and wake her up I prepared to go to bed, just then the cat appeared having hidden herself away when the puppy was up. After giving her some attention she let out a big meow. "sshh" I said "you'll wake the puppy" and sure enough after another few load "meows" the puppy was awake. At least that answered my question as to whether Cleo was ok or not. Thankfully after getting myself into bed Cleo settled down again, I heard her a couple of times during the night but had ten times more sleep than I expected until 4.30am. The only thing about having a summer puppy is that its light so early and of course thats when you get up or so Cleo thought. I resisted getting up and she settled only to start again at 6.30am. I considered this to be a half reasonable time to get up so gave in and went in for the joyous reunion of puppy and new mum.
Part 3 coming soon.