Our journey to finding the Regal King

So your family decides to get a dog. I would have imagined by this point that there had been some discussion about what type of dog you want, old, young, small, big, even giant in fact and lets face it guys its big thing! This creature is going to invade your home for the next decade at least … you’ve got to make sure its the right one, and so the search begins, easy right ?? Absolutely not … its the most difficult, heart wrenching, frustrating ordeal I’ve ever encountered and let me tell you, it didn’t even last very long.

We already had an idea that we wanted to get another German Shepherd and I’d ideally have liked a long haired, not that it was too much of an issue, but everywhere you look you find stickers and posters with big bold writing “ADOPT DONT SHOP” and “STOP PUPPY FARMING”. So we did what any normal animal loving couple did … trawled the internet and set up play dates with the dogs in the dogs home.

Now did you know its easier to foster a real life human baby than it is a dog? There’s checks for your house, checks for your income, checks for your past conduct with animals, checks for your immediate family and if your working you cant work more than four hours a day. Now I’m not criticising and obviously jokes aside the people in the rescue centres and the rehoming shelters do an amazing job and they have to follow certain procedures as these dogs have 99% of the time had a pretty rough time. Added to the fact that they have to cover themselves, because you and I both know, as sad as it is, in todays society … where there’s a blame there’s a claim.

We don’t have children but we do live in a fairly busy home and there is usually a random child or three dotting around (we fancy ourselves as the cool aunts … we’re not, we’re just unpaid childcare, we know this and choose to ignore it anyway). So we knew we wanted a big dog and were open to any kind of larger dog, we’ll not go into my BMI but lets say a teacup Chihuahua probably wouldn’t look right, and we had it in our minds that larger dogs are harder to place purely because of their size. It became a common occurrence that the larger dogs were to be placed in homes with children over 12. apparently dogs over 60 inches high have a child phobia!?! Of course we get it … we’re fairly intelligent, these people have to make sure some poor child wont be mauled by a stressed out dinosaur. After many conversations with shelters and a especially one very strange lady who wouldn’t give me details of on certain dog for, and I quote “data protection reasons”, since when did dogs care about GDPR?? we decided to rethink and so we went down the puppy route (for our sins).

Jasmine came from a reputable stud and so we thought ok we have a starting point so we looked on the stud dogs and came across the stud that we wanted, I say “we” in this part but I am very aware that poor Amy (mum number two, if you didn’t know Atlas has two mums, you do now and yes we will go into that at some point and no he doesn’t wear a rainbow collar … yet !) ended up just agreeing because I was probably a little overbearing and had reached the end of my tether with the dog search and wanted something sorted. We then searched for a litter that had been born, nothing technical, we used Google and an iPhone, and found a litter.

They were black and tan, mainly short hair but one that looked like he was going to be a plush coat. and let me tell you, they were the cutest thing id ever seen. They were only two weeks old but the breeder said to come along anyway and if we wanted to we could have second pick of the litter … Perfect. He had mum and grandma there to see also but said out of 8 puppies there was only one girl that he was keeping. Ok now until this point …. shockingly we hadn’t ever discussed whether we wanted female or male so we decided that although the male would be bigger we weren’t too bothered and agreed a time to go over to the house to meet the puppies, and turns out the whole family and the two adult dogs.

It was the second week of December 2017 and freezing. Turns out the family lived in the most beautiful location right in the heart of the Cheshire countryside, which is all lovely and nice until you have to find it in the dark, is there a reason they don’t have lights in the country?? So we go in and have a chat with the breeder and his wife, who by the way was such a lovely couple!

We had cuddles with mum and grandma dog (at this point I feel like I’m writing a story for a children’s collection, but let me tell you … this actually took place) and then the breeder stood up and said the famous last words … “would you like to meet the puppies”.

 

This is what he presented us with  … two weeks and two days old ❤

baby Atlas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where it began

Hello all and welcome to our blog. This primarily is to document the cute, sometimes highly irritating and mostly hilarious antics of our now seven month old German Shepherd puppy officially named, The Regal King. Luckily for all, (us mainly) he has a “house name” as we like to call it, Atlas (we will go into the naming of the demon puppy, this needs its very own place)

It all started with my previous delight Jasmine, also a German shepherd. My family and I bought her as a nine week old fat, fluffy ball of loveliness. Believe me when I say that she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen … I was only 16 at the time and had lead a relatively sheltered life and so my experiences of beautiful things were a little limited, nonetheless we were blissfully in love with her.  I will upload a picture for everyone to cast their eyes at, just so everything is in perspective.

At first thoughts I remember that she was the most loving loyal companion you could wish for. Mind you the more I think of it, that probably really inst the case. There was the hair, anyone with any form of shedding dog can appreciate the hair, let alone a long haired German shepherd, you eat it, breath it, sleep in it, drink it and more often than not, just learn to embrace it. Then there was her hatred of men, this was an interesting pastime of hers that I’m fairly sure she took great pleasure in, so much so that the poor postman posted a note through the door one morning requesting his very own post bin to save his fingers. You will be please to know that we duly obliged, mainly to avoid any future court summons from frightened said postman. There was the love of shoe insoles, yes the insole only, many a time I went to school in the morning with my poor feet just resting on the hard rubber of the shoe sole after Jasmines wild night of insole shredding. If you ever have the opportunity to see a shoe minus its insole you will know what I’m talking about, safe to say it wasn’t the most comfortable after a day trudging through the halls of secondary school and last but not least there was the lack of sleep. Now I knew even then that some puppies can be a little upset in the evening … what I hadn’t prepared myself for was the high pitched screeching at maximum volume every hour !! The only way to shut her up was to sleep alongside her on the kitchen floor and even then it didn’t always work.

Alas, we finally got over the terrible stages of being a family with a new pup and forgave her for the initial mishaps we had in the first year of our coexistence and moved on.  For the next twelve years we cried, laughed, loved and subsequently enjoyed an amazing twelve wonderful years with her until she sadly and very unexpectedly suffered a stroke in December 2017.

It was all very quick and we are so thankful that she did not have to suffer. During the twelve years we spent with our very special Jasmine, I especially learnt some very hard lessons. The first being to love unconditionally and forgive, everyone and everything makes mistakes, don’t hold them to it. Teach the right way and move on but love always. The second was loyalty, now every dog is somewhat loyal to their owner in their own way but if you have never owned a German shepherd then you have sorely missed out, they are loyal to the death and once they have bonded with you they will be your best friend for life, the third and probably most important lesson that I find myself recently struggling with is patience, try where possible to take a deep breath and be patient, dont act in the moment, move away, compose and reevaluate the situation, you never know a different approach might be the key.

But of course our story does not stop there! Everyone who has ever had a pet then you will fully appreciate that a house is not a home without any animal, especially when its missing a giant German Shepherd. Jasmine left such a void within the household that we decided a new dog was a must have and so we met Atlas.

 

Jasmine1 Jasmine … where it all started ❤