The first story was actually easy to write. I have amazing real life inspiration you see. 7 years ago, moving into my first proper 'I'm going to stay here for at least 5 years' flat me and my boyfriend decided we wanted our own little family. No not kids! We were just kids ourselves, so we oo'd and aa'd about a pet. Should we get a cat, they are independent, clean and relatively hassle free. Should we get a rodent- but they need their cages cleaned every week and aren't really the snuggling types... So we decided- dog it is!
Now you should probably know, the both of us were, and still are, very impulsive beings. Where some people would take days, weeks, months to think about a life changing decision, all we needed was an afternoon at the Uni computers to research our very first fur baby.
Impulsive we were, but rational crept in somewhere, so we decided a dog that stays small doesn't malt and is cute and fluffy? Bichon it was! Rationality stopped there and the very same day we called a breeder in Brighton, and made our appointment.
Mum, I said, come with me, I'm going to get a dog. Just like that.
And so with such ease Halo slotted into our lives. We taught him potty training, we hooked him onto playing with tiny tennis balls, running after sticks (but never bringing them back) and so much more. In fact I like to think I taught him the very intellectual and sophisticated manners he has, as well as his dislike for mean people, but that just maybe wishful thinking.
Not long after, we noticed Halo was a little sad and lonesome. We did our best with squeaky chickens, all manners of stuffed crocodiles, monkeys and piglets. But to no avail. What he needed was a friend.
So just like that, an afternoon of calling around we set off for the somewhat soulless direction of Canary Wharf to buy a puppy. He was already someones, but those someones should have never had a dog. Nuff nuff as I seem to recall was his original name, the poor mite was ferociously being shoved down the back of a sofa by a 5 year old child.
'Give me Halo and you take this one' he demanded.
And with that we gave the family £300 and ran away with both boys.
And that's how it all began, my obsession, love and life journey. With my Halo and my Flake!


