Some people think dates have lots of significance and others don't. I'm in the middle but thought I'd do a little '12th day of the 12th month of the 12th year' post today. Even if it's just so I look back at my blog in years to come and say "Ooo I blogged on 12.12.12" haha.
I've got a couple of posts to write at the weekend, so I'm just going to include a photo from a day we had some crazy snow in the little quaint village that I live in. Sadly Rocky, the bigger dog has passed away now. We got him from an animal rescue years and years ago. My Dad and brother went there with the intention of bringing home a puppy and ended up bringing back Rocky - a timid dog, so skinny his ribs were showing, who had been abused and locked in high rise flats when his owners disappeared and abandoned him. Dad and Joseph said he was the quietest dog in the rescue centre and they couldn't leave him.
They had to take him back to the rescue whilst our home was checked to see if it was suitable. Meanwhile, Rocky decided that he couldn't live without us and managed to escape twice from the rescue centre and appeared outside our front door (to this day, nobody knows how he managed to do this). He'd only visited our house once, in the car.
It was obviously meant to be and he was the best dog we could have ever wished for. He brought us years of happiness and hopefully we did the same for him. Gosh, I'm getting teary writing this.
If you can, it's amazing and rewarding to adopt a dog and give them a second life in a loving home.
Millie, my little dog, is a cheeky little monkey. She loves watching TV, sitting on a warm lap and trying to sneak upstairs. My brother just turned up with her one day and I'm so glad we have her.
This post was longer than I expected and I didn't plan to write all that, but maybe it was meant to be on 12.12.12.