I still have far too many whippets and to be honest I was resigning myself to the fact that I would be two up on this time last year due to the abortive sale of Tucker earlier in December, when on Thursday 31st December I got a call from an exotically named woman from Essex who very much wanted a whippet and did we have any left…
I didn’t hold out much hope that after the New Year I would get another call but I did and on Monday Menolly Simon and Rhiannon bowled up only getting lost once when I forgot that there is a turning on the straight road I told them about in my meticulous directions on how to get here.
If this story could be accompanied by a score and close up moody shots of the protagonists it would go something like this:
Cue: Significant moody music
Tucker our brave and beautiful hound looks over his shoulder (hold shot)
Cut to: Simon tall, blonde and ever so slightly tanned walking through door laughing (hold shot)
Cut to: Tucker leaping up from couch where he has been lying only moments before. Cut to Simon gazing at Tucker in admiration.
Their eyes meet.
Moody music crescendos as both throw themselves joyfully at each other like long lost lovers…
The tarty hound then stayed on Simon’s lap the whole interview, chewing at his coat cuffs, or s else playfully nibbling his ears or licking his lips. It was a blatant pose by the dog but I can safely say that Tucker knew exactly what he was doing. If ever a dog and potential owner could be smitten it was those two. Tucker did play with Rhiannon and of course was delightfully coquettish with Menolly but it was Simon who he looked to.
The only problem was that the family had to go off and see another lot of puppies the far side of Suffolk. It was with great reluctance that Simon and Tucker were parted and I was left nibbling my nails in trepidation that they would all fall in love with another puppy.
I got a call a few hours later could they come and take another look at Tucker. They did and then came the crunch for I had to come clean; at Tuckers first trip to the Vet he had been diagnosed with a heart murmur. The vet assured me it was innocent and more than likely would clear itself up as he got older.
I asked if Tucker came clear would they be interested.
It was a resounding yes!
So now I am crossing fingers like mad that the trip to the Vet tomorrow will go Tucker’s way for Simon, Menolly and Rhiannon are just the best possible owners a pup could have and he will be adored and loved and played with to his heart’s content – I just hope that heart is as sound as a bell…