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The Look Of Love - Lasts A Lifetime
5/18/2014 6:15:36 PM


My very first dog that I owned and had a real bond with, he is special and 12 years old today.

I have always loved dogs my whole life. While I was growing up as a child my wonderful parents always had at least 2 dogs at a time, sometimes they would have 4 to enjoy. It was at a young age that I found my love of dogs. When they are around life can be so much more enjoyable and it feels good to be loved unconditionally. That’s right no hassles, no back chat or no lies, no questions asked just “Love”. I had always wanted to own my own dog but so many different situations arose in my life that it was too difficult to have one.




A light bulb moment happened one day “get a dog”. Right that sounded like a good idea, it would give me protection and love.I woke up the next day and went on a search for the right dog, but how was I going to know which one suited me? . My next door neighbour at the time had a friend who had 8 black Labrador puppies for sale. That was it, the sign I needed to begin finding my lifetime companion.




I was really excited of the thought having my very own dog, then I thought to myself “what do I call him and what breed should I ge t?”. A lot of questions were going around in my head all at once. The next day I arrived at the friend’s, house walked inside and there in the corner of the room was all the adorable puppies in a dog pen. So cute and cuddly with whimpering voices, it was beautiful to see I looked around at all of them they were all jumping up and down to say “pick me”. Except one very little pup he sat all by himself . Our eyes locked together at the same time and then he smiled at me. I knew there and then that he was the one right for me. I played with him for a while and then paid my money and took him home. This was it just me and him learning all about new rules and boundaries in the house. The lady told me he was the runt of the pack, still quite big. I only wanted a dog that would grow no bigger than 20 kg , I didn’t fancy having a large dog or even a male one but when I saw him those things flew out the window.




I had not even thought of a name for him yet so I gave it some thought for a while . I was stuck on a name to suit him, so I rung my mother in New Zealand and described his features, size, breed and type of personality that I could see now and she said “Scoobydoo” that is what he sounds like. She was spot on because he was a bit clumsy and goofy looking with a face abit like scoobydoo, that was my answer. Great now he had a name and I started to bond with him, he had a very cheeky and bouncy personality, that was just what I needed to bring joy and laughter into my new life at that time when I was going through a bad break up. One comment that my brother said to me was dont get a dog as it will always be a reminder to you of the hard time i was going through then. I chose to go the other way and I am glad I did because everytime I look at my pooch I see love.




From day one we became best friends, he was such a funny dog with sneaky ways that I used to pretend I did not see, but I would have a little chuckle to myself. One particular incident I can remember was when I had put a new loaf of bread on the kitchen bench, he quickly and slyly moved his paw to push it onto the floor, then he picked it up and ran off very fast. It was a bit like the hansel and Gretel story but this side of the story was he kept leaving breadcrumbs as a trail to find him. I let him have his fun then surprised him, he was hiding under a tree down the very back of my yard.












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More Blogs by Natisha Field
• Be Kind To Me - Sunday, May 18, 2014
•  The Look Of Love - Lasts A Lifetime - Sunday, May 18, 2014  

• The Truth Behind Not Able To Be A Mum - Tuesday, May 6, 2014