Nearly six months after we lost Gromit we decided to start looking for someone to join "the pack". Mr Greene found the ad online and by co-incidence the puppies were born on what should have been Gromit's fourteenth birthday. Our fate was sealed.
Our life now revolves around Jade's feeding, toileting and play. The kitchen bench is covered in cartons of puppy milk, baby wipes and weighed out portions of the puppy biscuits she is having. She's a sweet pup, quite hungry and getting faster every day. Our other dog remains unconvinced this is a good thing, but we're also making extra time available for her.
I wasn't expecting to have a puppy before Christmas, and her arrival has thrown us into chaos. But one look at that face and the chaos recedes. The cuddles are magic.
So what do you think? Cute or what?