My Christmas Puppy , My Christmas Angel.
Frankie was born the 29th August 2003, the sun was going down, and the stars were beginning to appear in the sky, it was a warm sultry evening. Frankie wasn’t sure what had just happened. All he knew was that suddenly he was in this big world, cuddled up to his mummy, with his brothers and sisters very close also. He spent the first few weeks of his life sleeping and drinking milk. Oh boy life was good. As the weeks went by Frankie and the others began to grow and learned to stumble around on their short weak little legs, all too soon it came time for them to leave the safety of their mother and go out into the big world, to join their new humans who would become their new mummy’s and daddy’s.
Frankie was the last of the litter to leave his mummy. When he arrived at his new home he thought that this was where he would be living for the rest of his life. Oh how wrong he was. The humans that had taken him could not cope with his puppy ways; they did not understand that a tiny puppy needed love, and needed to play and explore his new surroundings. Very soon they got tired of this tiny puppy who only ever asked for love from them, and so Frankie was returned back to where he had come from.
While he was pleased to see his mummy again, he was also feeling very confused, wondering what it was that he had done wrong to make the humans not love him or want hiM. His mummy didn’t really want a tiny pup around and the other bigger dogs had no patience with a young pup who just wanted to play all day, so once more Frankie became another advert in the local news paper; it read…King Charles Cavalier puppy for sale 12 weeks old, genuine reason for sale.
Meanwhile a few miles away I sat at home and decided I wanted another puppy. I decided I wanted the same breed as my younger dog Holly, which was…yes you guessed it, a King Charles Cavalier, but I wanted a boy. Boys are hard to come by. They always seem to be the first to go; much excitement was around but I was quite prepared to wait for the right puppy to come along. I bought the local paper and there was the advert for Frankie staring me in the face. Immediately I rang to see if this puppy was still there. Yes, he was. No-one had even rang about him.
Off I set to go see what this puppy looked like, wondering why he seemed to be unwanted by anyone. Oh his breeder loved him but she could not keep him forever he needed his own home .
The first time I set eyes on Frankie he was running around; he seemed lost running on the big lawn which was almost a field, round and round he ran, as fast as his tiny legs would take him. Finally I asked could I pick him up. That was fun as we had to catch him first. Once I held him in my arms I knew he was the baby I wanted; he was so lovable. He licked my face and we fell in love. The first thing I did was change his name; he hadn’t had much luck being called Frankie, so from that moment on his new name was Charlie , I payed the money did the paper work and sat him on my knee in the car for the journey home.
What a lovely puppy he turned out to be; the little soul just wanted to please everyone and be loved and give love in return. He soon settled with my other two dogs Lassie and Holly; they loved him almost instantly. Although Lassie was rather afraid of him, she thought he was going to harm her. Once she realised he only wanted to play she loved him and takes great care of him, as does Holly also. Charlie is settled now in his forever home; whatever may happen in the years to come he is home to stay. I held him in my arms and promised him that as God is my witness I will care for him as long as I am able; I will never send him away. When I watch him playing, or sleeping cuddled up to his teddy bear a little bit of my heart joins up to his, how could anyone not cope with such a wonderful baby; he has been no trouble since the day he arrived in my home; how could anyone have parted with him.
I know I never could have.
So here I am, the mum to three dogs. All of which were born for me, which were meant to find their way into my home and my heart, May God bless all three of them, my wonderful angel babies. I love you all,
my Lassie Holly and Charlie.
Lots of love,
| Charlie |
| Lynne (lindakay) |