So, Tom and I moved into our new place on April 30th. The house although only slightly bigger than our old flat allows pets (a rarity in the renting world).
Both of us are major puppy people (thankfully), so obviously we leapt at the opportunity to live in a place that allowed us to have a dog, and by leapt I mean we brought home a puppy 2 days after moving in.
We had toyed with the idea of several breeds: French Bulldog, Pug, Puggle but eventually landed on Beagleand for reasons I have forgotten now we decided to get a male pup.
We viewed a litter of Beagles when they were just 5 weeks old (SQUEEEE) and we were immediately taken by the ‘black sheep’ of the group.
A tiny male pup that was predominantly black in colour, his brothers and sisters were either lemon or more traditionally tri-coloured. Yep, he was ours and he was going to be called Archie! (aka buba, Archie bug, pup, douche bag etc.)
He is now 11 weeks old, and boy has he made his presence known!
Archie seems to have a Jekyll and Hyde thing going on, he has two sides to him, the lovely, intelligent and cuddly side and the mischievous, disobedient and evil side, the latter making more of an appearance than we would like.
We have come across issues we didn’t even think of, for example his food, did you know there are E numbers in Pedigree and Bakers?? Why would you put E numbers in dog food?! Safe to say we have now switched to a natural dog food brand, we don’t need him being any more hyper than he already is! But he goes for his first walk tomorrow, so hopefully the increased exercise will calm him down a little.
It has been a stressful 3 weeks and we know the light is a long way down the end of the tunnel but both Tom and I love him to bits and willing are to deal with his bad moments because his good moments are the best!