Saturday morning felt like torture. Worries whether we'd be doing the right thing or even if Harry would like her. Pulling up to the farm we had the meeter and greeter woofing away, the farm dogs all coming to say hey and little baby Mollie in the arms of their lovely breeder. It was lovely that Harry could come to see Mollie, his breeder was so impressed with how he's come along. He met Mollies mum and dad who were absolutely crazy and so loving. The next thing we know Mollies won us all over and she's in the car coming home. Mollie came from a large litter, the first from her Mum & Dad. The family specialise in breeding West Highland Terriers, with over 50 years experience. It's crazy to see photo's dating back over the years and happy families with their little additions. I think the only reason Mollie was left was because part of her tail is dislocated but she has no problems wagging it, with both vets giving the all clear. She's such an amazing character, so loving and happy. Seeing her bounce, skip and run around the house is the cutest thing especially when you reward her. Oh AND it works out Harry's Dad is Mollie's Grandad, it's great the pair have a true family connection.
It's so lovely to have a girl this time around, it's going to be 'hard work' but very rewarding considering the tough time we've been going through recently. I've got issues that need a lot of fixing, I'm learning to drive which is very up and down, we've got my grandma in hospital still which has been an absolute rollercoaster. I can't wait for all the puppy cuddles and play because Harry's so chilled these days and set in his routine. She's taken to toilet training really well but not so great at sleeping through the night, basically the opposite of Harry. I can't believe we'll have had her a week this weekend, poor Harry with his tail, legs and paws being nibbled and licked. She adores him so much but he keeps playing hard to get. The times they do play however are utterly adorable like right now they're huddled under the dining table from the sound of torrential rain. Lucy xx