My little Saxon

 

Ever since I can remember I have wanted a dog, a border terrier to be specific and six years ago Dan said nine glorious words to me “I know someone who is having Border terrier puppies”.

 

It was a friend of a friend and we went along and met the little guys, I thought all my Christmases had come at once. I thought it’d be really hard to pick which little puppy would be the right addition to your life. When they are so tiny how on earth are you meant to know how they’ll grow up. Turns out it was such an easy choice!

We both held each one a few times, but there was something about little ‘two blue spots’ as he was then known that I just connected to I guess. I kept holding him over and over and saying to Dan “just hold this little guy again” and by the time we left that morning he was destined to be ours or should I say we were destined to be his and weeks later we got to bring him home.

Over the years I have taken countless photos of Saxon, on various walks, playing with his toys, generally being cute and scruffy, but I think this might be one of my favourites. Tell me you don’t look into those big brown eyes and want to smile?

I should also mention that while I write this post, he's sat curled up next to me, with his head resting on the corner of my laptop. Priceless and adorable!