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Night times were peaceful. We thought we had the Perfect Puppy.
Then she began to feel her feet, or should I say paws, and her true personality broke forth.
She loved life, people, other dogs and food, (not necessarily in that order)
Excitable and boisterous; every visitor was greeted with enthusiasm. Our excuse was .She's only a puppy,
Newspapers, magazines, letters and stray tissues were fair game. Ripped to shreds in a matter of minutes. No soft toy was safe. She would chew them until their stuffing ran out. Our excuse was. She's only a puppy,
Night time training became a disaster. She seemed to think our Utility Room was the designated area. Our excuse was. She's only a puppy.
Eventually at 4 months old she began to realise that outside was the best place for Busies.
From an early age she loved to take things to bed with her, especially tea towels, but shoes, keys, anything she could find became potential bed mates. We even found her cuddling up to my iron one morning. How she managed to drag it into bed with her remains a mystery. We soon learned to make sure everything was put away out of reach.
She was only about 12 weeks old when out of the blue we had a telephone call from Mel, our Supervisor. Guide dogs were
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