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All of our dogs, with the exception of the two newest :* :* , have been down and outs before they joined the family.
Our first dog, a terrier cross, was abandoned at the top of our street and literally chose us by walking into our front garden. I was five and asked if we could keep her. She whelped three pups a few days later so she obviously knew she needed a home quick smart! We called her Lucy (as someone had let her loose, of course). She was with us for the next 12 years.
Our first whippet Tucky definitely chose us. We had gone away for a weekend for Mum's 40th birthday and at the time my parents were looking to buy a plot of land and build a house. We stopped by a display house and met a skinny, windy
Not long after getting Tucky we were bitten by the whippet bug and went looking for a bitch. Sophie was the puppy that made a bee line for my Dad, so she must have known he was the biggest softie in the family
Next up was Hunter the Iggy, whose show owners were looking to rehome him just as he reached maturity. He was in poor health and I don't think they had the funds to get him treated properly. We weren't told all the details of his medical conditions but we were so desperate to have him. We persevered, became very popular with our vet and he then became a very happy, healthy boy. But as some of you know he tragically died earlier this year.
To fill the whole in their hearts, my parents bought two little iggy boys called Hamish and Hugo. Hugo was the more obviously handsome of the two, but Mum and Dad couldn't leave little Hamish there on his own, so the two brothers came home together :wub: :wub: and now Mum and Dad have one each to cuddle :huggles: