Floyd is our dog, just thought I’d get that out there first in case you thought you were stumbling across a new parenting blog. You laugh now but it’s happened, someone has asked me whether Floyd is in fact my child… No, he’s not. But, at the same time he kind of is. He is 3 today and so I wanted to dedicate a little post to him. He’s part of the family after all, so let’s go ahead and introduce you to our boy…
PEDIGREE NAME: Kaynine Firecracker
BREED: Cocker Spaniel
AGE: 3 Years Old
BIRTHDAY: February 10th 2014
FAVOURITE FOOD: Mange Tout
BEST FRIEND: Dollar (his fluffy Panda)
WORST HABIT: He gets super grumpy when his dinner is late (really grumpy)
In the beginning…
I have always been a total dog lover and grew up with various canines around me. As a toddler I remember my childhood dog Susie as though she was here just yesterday. Sadly, she was run over when I was five and ever since then I had ‘Puppy’ on top of every single Christmas list until December 2013. The first Christmas that my request was greeted with a ‘Yes’. That voice was my now husband Christian 🙂 we were both moving in together and so it felt like the perfect time. Now, Floyd wasn’t the first decision, I feel we took a LONG time deciding what the perfect breed for us would be.
He started as one of these… a Dachshund.
Adorable but we didn’t feel this breed was ‘doggy’ enough. I’d feel bad taking this guy for a run.
Then we thought, oh! I’ve always dreamt of having a St Bernard.
Clearly, slightly on the large side. We’ll put this bad boy away for another day 🙂
We finally came to a decision; we started searching for our Dalmation puppy! We were adamant that we wanted a male, so combining our move date to Jersey with finding a puppy of the right age was a little tricky but we managed to find one.
Half way through our process I went on a ski trip and then visited Bruges for a couple of days. It was on this trip that I had my ‘eureka moment’. I was having a walk round the square and all of a sudden, right in front of me, a lady walked past with a little teeny-tiny spaniel. My heart melted and that’s when I knew… that was the puppy we were looking for 🙂 I took a sneaky photo and as Christian wasn’t with me at the time, I sent it to him and not so much asked but more informed him that I’d found our dog. My Godparents had a cocker spaniel when I was growing up that I adored, so that helped reassure me that the breed was perfect for us and our lifestyle. The photo below was the one I took on that day…
We then started our process to try and find our little spaniel. We still wanted a male but we really wanted a golden one as opposed to the black one I’d seen in Bruges. We were looking for a pedigree with a strong background and we saw lots of adverts but none of them felt quite right. That was until I contacted Lorraine, based in East Sussex. As it turned out, she had just one boy left in her litter. How can you not respond to a photograph like this (Floyd is the one on the right)…
He wasn’t the most handsome (apparently) but he earned himself the nickname ‘Golden Boy’ in their household as he was the most charismatic. We knew he was going to be the one for us so we arranged a visit to see him. Christian had been away in Bali and got off the plane and joined me on the train to go and visit the little guy, his mum and siblings. We walked through the door and were bombarded by the cuteness of the littler. All of them were frolicking around wanting cuddles. We were so busy cuddling them all that we didn’t realise there was one missing… it wasn’t until about 10 minutes into our visit that Lorraine informed us that ‘Golden Boy’ was in fact hiding behind the sofa going for a wee. Yep, that pretty much sums him up.
Now I just want to take a moment to openly admit that I was a bad girlfriend and I’ll admit that I wasn’t much of a team player when it came to the name. We discussed it as a potential but then… I sort of just started referring to him as Floyd before we officially agreed ha! I just loved the name so so much…
Sorry, I just needed to get that off my chest. So anyway, once we’d located Floyd from his piddling post behind the sofa, we were able to properly meet him for the first time. Pardon for lowering the tone here but, anyone that knows Floyd personally will laugh at this photo as every single photo we ever take of him, he seems to get photobombed by his own private parts. Why do you think we never made a family Christmas card? We cuddled until he fell asleep…
3 WEEKS LATER
So three weeks later we moved out of our London flats in a big white van full of our belongings, mainly mine. We also had my 3 year old goldfish in the foot-well travelling home to Sussex to be released in a friend’s pond before we took the ferry to Jersey. After dropping off the fish we headed straight to East Sussex to collect our little Firecracker.
We were so so excited to pick him up but within 5 minutes of our car journey and this INCREDIBLY cute photo we took…wait for it!
He pooped himself! Oh yeah, it went EVERYWHERE. We had to pull over to the side of the road to firstly gag, but then clean him up. That never happens in the films ha! Again, it does kind of sum Floyd up though. He spent one night with my family, meeting the gang before our very very early ferry trip to Jersey!
After a very long journey on a very choppy crossing, Floyd did so well down below. He wasn’t sick, he didn’t pee, he didn’t poop… perfect angelic canine right? Wrong! He waited until we were in the car, keys in the ignition… driving into a new land for our new adventure to start and then pooped all over himself again. We didn’t actually have time to clean him up before we pulled over for an inspection of the van. They asked us to roll down the window to ask us some questions and to see what animal was inside the travel container. Within seconds of us winding it down the poor men on the receiving end must have been hit by the biggest waft of pure (pardon my French) s**t! Needless to say they didn’t questions us for too long.
Once we arrived… we were officially home! All the drama and admin was over, we could finally just get on with enjoying Floyd.
It sounds totally absurd to so many people that your dog can truly be a member of your family. For those that say “but they’re just an animal” I say nothing, instead I’d perhaps just raise a cheeky middle finger. Floyd might annoy me occasionally and yes, we’ve had days when I’ve been unable to look at him due to his poor behaviour. However, I’d give Christian the exact same treatment if he was to poo on the carpet too.
And, here we are…. Happy Birthday Floyd! Boy have you got the best Birthday present in exactly…11 days!
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I hope you enjoyed!