Read this post to see where it all started. Milly has a lot to answer for, though anyone who ever thinks I won’t attain a goal once I set it… is an idiot.
Once I met Milly I asked her owners about her breeding. For those readers new to the blog, before I had kids I used to breed and show Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. In other words, I know how the game works. Milly’s owners said “Drakesleat… they’re the best in the UK.”
I emailed Jenny… Poppy and Jeff’s breeder… to ask her who she’d recommend. As a serious breeder, she knows lots of people in the dog world. She said a woman who was friends with Bertie’s breeder (pictured below) was the person to go through.
Turns out… it was the same person. Lucky Lisa strikes again!
Dear old Bertie with short ears.
I contacted the breeder in the UK and asked if she’d exported any stock to Australia. I didn’t want to import a bitch from the UK because they have to be at least 6 months old and I wanted a puppy. Fortunately, she put me onto a breeder in Brisbane who has based his kennels on her Drakesleat lines. So before I even got back to Australia I had a pup on order.
Only took a year.
So meet Scout. She’s 12 weeks old and has been with us for 3 days. She flew down from Brisbane on Saturday, met all of the boys on Sunday and now as I’m typing this she’s asleep under my desk at work on Monday. I have permission to bring her in when David23 is working and won’t be there to give her lunch. The tennis ball is there for scale.
Poppy and Jeff are still at the stage of loftily ignoring her, hoping that she’ll go back to wherever she came from. The cat is a different matter.
I’ll leave you with some photos that seem to capture Poppy and Jeff’s feelings at this unexpected turn of events in their lives. Feel free to comment with what you think they may be thinking…
Poppy and Jeff.