When we first got our dog, Delilah, in May 2009, the second night my thoughts were "what the hell have we done?" She was constantly piddling on the carpet, and chewing up shoes, and getting into paint tubes... Our fault really, as we should've put that kind of stuff away. She was the last of the litter when we bought her from the Puppy Centre in Ringwood - cowering in the corner of a dirty pen, sitting on wood shavings. It was a god awful sight. Slowing, but surely, as she matured she became so obedient. No one has ever said a bad word about Delilah. She is a beautiful dog, with a beautiful temperament. Which is why I want her back so badly. After Monday's adventures with her "sister" Gerty, and the outcome of that, I really want her back. After finding out she's not hiding, or dead, in any of the surrounding backyards, my hopes are high again. I know she's out there. I know someone has taken her. She is so friendly that I don't know how anyone could not take pity on my beautiful girl. But that's just it. She is our beautiful girl. We raised her. We trained her, and taught her everything she knows. She runs to the oven when the bell rings. She'll stare at the microwave as I make popcorn. She'll come into the bedroom in the morning, and see if FH is awake.
I need her back.
So badly.
The house is far too quiet without you and your dancing at the back door, Delilah. And Samson is starting to miss you too. He also misses Gerty (RIP) .Who else will show him who's boss now?