Being broody is dangerous....................

 Well it was a frantically busy weekend - I'm shattered.

I didn't say anything last week as I felt that sharing was tempting fate for everything to go wrong. I did mention we'd had a dog to stay and I was dog broody.

For the past 2 years I've been trying to find a dog. We had one years ago, I loved him so much. When he died it devastated me and it took me years to get over it. What happened when I took him to vet for his final goodbye has never left me and I still cry when I think about it. Any of you out there who have done the same thing will understand just how heart wrenching it is.

Then when I got over it I had a job where I was always commuting and it wouldn't have been fair on the dog. Essentially ever since I got made redundant and decided to start my own company I've been hunting. Then I got a job where I'm going to be working remotely (home) in the long term and the deal was sealed. Unfortunately dog prices had soured and you were looking at 3K for a dog - not a chance of me paying that.

Then quite suddenly last week dog prices plummeted. I was 'on it, like......'. I found the most adorable labradoodle. and....... (but more about that later).

Because I knew I was picking up dog at 09:30 on Sunday and had a busy Saturday, on Friday night I got everything ready for the dog pickup and left by front door. We then went out for supper with a friend - a rather dodgy Groupon meal for 4 deal, which turned out to be supper in a Best Western hotel (very odd).  On Saturday I got up at 05:00, had a coffee then sorted the washing, then did ironing. I then went to village and got our meat for the week and came home and prepped supper. Just as I finished that one of my friends turned up for a day in Brighton.

Friend is from school, I am godmother to her daughter and she is godmother to son - we have many years of history, but don't see each other enough. Was a lovely day in Brighton, though somewhat packed - very strange and no face masks to be seen. Goddaughter got attacked by seagull when we tried to eat sandwiches on the beach, which made our picnic lunch end quite suddenly. She handled it really well, but it unsettled her. 

Overall a really lovely day and normally would have done an entire blog just about it, but it wasn't that sort of weekend. Friend dropped me home and I got supper started 'proper' then about half an hour later a friend turned up for supper - busy busy busy. 

By the time she left I was shattered so went to bed feeling very nervous about next day. When I went to see dog I did all the things they say you should to make sure the dog comes from good family. I went to house, met breeders, met the mother etc. etc. etc. But something in my gut was making me nervous. I think probably I just couldn't believe it was actually happening.

I set my alarm for 06:00 to get prepped - only to discover that my husband had 'tidied' away all the things I'd put out for our dog collection. I could have screamed, in the end I decided to wake up husband and ask where they were. For some reason I will never understand - he'd tucked everything between 2 garden chairs stacked in the garage!!!!!!! What the actual????

So at 08:30 son and I set off to go and collect dog and by 10:00 we were dog owners. On the way home we stopped off at a friend who will look after her when we are away. We had a few things booked for our anniversary and for sons birthday. Then headed home.

First day with dog was lovely - though she is an absolute wee and poo factory. We now have carpets covered in shower curtains, old rugs and blankets and I've spent the largest portion of the last day running around with a bowl of soapy water. 

Sadly she hasn't had her jabs - it's hard to get them right now as vets have either been pinged (pingdemic) or are on holiday. But I've managed to book her in for her first one next weekend. Problem with this is that we can't take her out for walks until she's had her second jab - by which time the house is going to stink I fear. We'll have to get the carpet cleaners in. Not a huge problem as we desperately needed them anyway.

Hopefully she'll be potty trained by the time we have to shut the windows for winter. Otherwise I fear not many people will visit the house.

Anyway, lots to do. I'm back to work today and think I'm going to have to timesheet my hours to make sure I do them all - and have enough time to wipe up widdle. Think it's going to be a tiring week - especially as dog's wake-up time turns out to be 03:30!!!!!