Monday, 1 October 2007

It's all in the name...



How do you choose a name when you find the little bundle of fluffy joy that is ready to be adopted into your family?

I guess there are numerous ways but when we picked up this one he was nameless and we couldn't really decide... We already had a boxer and we wanted a tough little friend who could cope with the boisterous play that a boxer can dish up. I thought that a mini fox terrier would be a good choice. We found him at a pet shop, tiny (he could fit into my hand) and shaking as mini foxies tend to do... A trade was made and we took him home. On the way we decided to visit friends and show him off, they had an older miniature poodle called Bertie.

We arrive at Sue and Pete's with our new bundle of joy and rang the doorbell. I put the puppy on the front step and as the front door opened fully Bertie, completely unaware of the new addition, walked across the opposite end of the room. Well! Have you seen the cartoon Tassie Devil that goes into a spin? Our little bundle of joy and warm fuzzyness saw Bertie and decided immediately that he was a threat to his new mum and dad. The teeth (very sharp baby puppy teeth mind you) were bared and an amazing growl, no less threatening for it's high pitch was heard, followed by barking and Bertie was promptly chased from the room and didn't come back!

His name became Agro, not that he ever exhibited that type of behaviour again. and he now lives with my ex, his mum...

1 comment:

Luhlahh said...

Nice to meet Agro... I just love those little scuff-muffins (shaggy terriers)!
Possum babies are the cutest! One night I got to see the mamma possum with the joey's feet poking out of her pouch. Precious!
(Not so precious when they eat your Camelias!)
Thanks for stopping by...
Ciao! Lou.