We didn’t plan to get a puppy for Xmas and then call her Holly. It just happened that way.
We did plan to get a puppy. The fact that we picked her up just before the Xmas holidays started is pure coincidence. And it was only after we named her Holly that we realised the name has a rather festive ring. The slogan “a puppy is for life, not just for Xmas” is ringing rather loudly in my ears at the moment!
We are not novices to pet keeping, but all the same puppy-rearing has been a shock to the system. Puppies need constant care, attention and supervision. That posh table? Chewed. That china tea cup? Broken. The book you were reading? In shreds. Oh, you thought your garden was puppy-proofed? Wrong.
We’re not doing too badly really. We’ve adapted to life-with-a-puppy. But I think I can now understand why so many puppy-Xmas-presents end up in the dog home. Your kids nag you and nag you. A friend of a friend has an adorable puppy for sale. You bring her home. But she is not a cute toy, her timetable is not your timetable, she bites, she chews, she poos. Everywhere. All the time. You can’t cope. Puppy gets sent away.
Remember folks: a puppy is not just for Xmas. She’s a life sentence.