It’s a new day and a new post.
So today I thought I would tell you about my journey to buying my first dog.
I’ve had dogs in the past, but this one a bought for myself to live with me and my boyfriend.
So here’s the story.
When I was a child, my great grand owned a greyhound called twiggy. She was fawn in colour and by far the sweetest, most chilled out dog I’ve ever known.
My mums father used to have greyhounds before he passed, and my mum would always go on about how beautiful they were. Now for a long time, I disagreed because who would want a dog that looks like a praying mantis?
That was what I thought until one day at university we were doing a companion animal practical where we were learning about the signs of an unhealthy cat or dog. It just so happened that we were practicing on greyhounds. And that was it. I fell in love.
The big beautiful souled creatures just wanted love an affection. They wanted to be your best friend and follow you everywhere.
For the past few years I’ve moved basically every year. Now we are living more permanently and I decided it was time to get my dream dog……but it was postponed for various reasons. That was when I started to get quite depressed and anxious about all my other life stuff as well, so it was a shit time really.
I recently had a week of leave and I decided it was time. It was the perfect timing. I told myself it would give me a reason to get up early. It would help me by caring for someone else who needed it. It would stop me from being selfish.
And so, I got bella. A beautiful black greyhound. The joy she has brought me recently is hard to compare to. I’ve been outside more in the last two weeks than I have in the last 8 months. She has given me motivation to become a healthier and happier person again.
Until next time…