|From Right to Left: Tucker, Angel and Star|
Now the deal was that Sassy, my evil black job (EBJ) and delight of my life when she's not running away with the loo roll, or eating the stackers crisps out of the tube then hurtling around the kitchen with it stuck on the end of her nose, would have a litter of pups and we would sell them ALL.
I don't think anyone explained that to Angel. Angel, one of the four little girls and one of the two not sold so far, has always been the first to look out for me ever since she was tiny. The first to run to the bars of the pen to see me in the morning, the first to jump up for attention and the first to work out that if you climb over the top you can be free to go where you want, which is right beside me. I didn't make any extra fuss of her compared to the others, I didn't single her out in anyway but she singled me out and now I have a problem.
I have to sell her, Dear Charlie will not be brooked, and I totally understand. Five dogs would be way too many and it would be quite ridiculous; I mean it is bad enough as it is. But she's got under my skin and I know I will be heartbroken when she leaves and there's a little bit of me that says; "Oh what the heck, in for a penny in for a pound!"
I could of course just not sell her and leave it at that but the ructions that would cause, the arguments and recriminations dioesn't bear thinking about. If Angel were to stay then it has to be his decision and there is no way he will change his mind once he has made it up.