Good news today. We heard from the Dogs Trust that, all being well at the vets, Bingley will be able to come home with us on Sunday. We're all looking forward to it, and finally agreed on his name. I think it may have been more intense and taken more time than our choice of the children's names. There was a long long-list, followed by a shortlist of Bilbo, Floyd, Howie and Bingley. As in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, Mr Bingley will be Mr Darcy's best friend.
Having a bigger, livelier dog will provide me for another opportunity to avoid getting on with college work. We will have to go back to giving the dogs a long walk every day. When we lost Cleo, we lost the habit. Darcy is small and mild enough not to insist on being walked, but it's bad of us not to as he loves it so much. I look forward to the incentive, and to getting to know the new guy. So here I sit in limbo, like an expectant father awaiting a new arrival. I've been nesting (well, getting out the training crate) and telling all my friends, and have a feeling of anxious anticipation. Hmm, worrying about how to pay for the new little one too, come to think of it. Happily, I don't have to give birth, otherwise I definitely would settle for just the one. No stretch marks and lochia this time.
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