Ember comes home
Ember comes home
I have to say I wasn’t really on board with the idea of getting a dog. I had visions of history repeating itself like with Connor and Amelia (Adam and Emily’s tetra-fish) but on a much bigger, fluffier scale, where six weeks in I’m left to feed and clean it despite clearly being the least enthusiastic participant. That said, Rachel and the kids have done their homework on this one and after some bad experiences with allergic reactions they have found a cockerpoo breeder near Manchester who has recently had a litter. They do a few visits and it looks like this particular breed passes the anaphylaxis test with no reactions so far. A few weeks later when they are weened, Rach picks up our own addition to the family.
Given the soft red colouring, we’ve decided to call her Ember which almost everyone mispronounces as Amber whenever she gets introduced but she’s settling in well. Even I’m starting to be won over.
We’ve had a bit of weather recently at home too and the kids have managed to find their winter stuff and made their way into the garden to make snow angels. Not quite deep or powdery enough for a proper snowball fight but it’ll do.
