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Sunday 7 December 2014

Bombers 1 Year Gotcha Day



Where has all that time gone? In a blink of an eye an entire  year has shot past. What a year it was! In 2013 we became the (failed) fosterers of our black greyhound boy Bomber (aka the Black Piddler otherwise known as Tinklebertwoofledink).

Over the course of the last year he's settled in and become best buddies with our girl greyhound Lottie (AKA the insinkerator). We are of course besotted!

Things did however get off to a shaky start.

A year ago to the day, we picked up Bomber and drove him home in a car we'd bought the previous weekend. Our original car was a sporty model with just enough room in the backseat for a single Greyhound, two would have been a really tight fit. Not so with the  new car - it was a hatchback with plenty of room for two greyhounds.    

Two thirds of the way back home, Bomber did the unthinkable and threw up in the car we'd only had for just one week. It was an auspicious start. We'd originally planned on fostering Bomber - And while puking in the back of our new car didn't endear him to us, he was with us for better or worse.

As we headed home I began to wonder if we'd done the right thing. Was this an omen? Would he and Lottie get along? The smell of dog sick in the back of our car was overpowering - it was a particularly hot summer afternoon.

After getting home, we cleaned up the car and took a very excited Lottie and a slightly nervous Bomber to our back lawn where we'd set up a blanket for them to lie on. Our neighbours chickens started crowing and both Lottie and Bomber  were up instantly to check things out. Amazingly, it was a case of two dog that appeared to be using the same brain. A pack had spontaneously formed and they've since become inseparable.

Bomber also slotted into our home and lives and hearts seamlessly and has become a part of our family. Im pleased to report that we failed completely and utterly as fosterers. We adopted Bomber a mere 4 weeks later. Nowadays, I simply couldn't imagine life without him.

When we picked Bomber up from Greyhounds as Pets, they said he was a special boy. They weren't kidding. He has a heart of pure gold. In fact it'd be fair to say that he hasn't got a bad bone in his entire furry wriggly waggly body. Here's looking forward to many more years to come!