Jo Jo.

Jo Jo.

The sixth member of our family.

A one year old miniature poodle

So much like a little sheep.

Delivered to us yesterday outside the school gates at quarter to nine.
Much to the delight of the twenty school girls waiting to squeal at and cuddle him.

Ohmygoodness, that fur, those eyes, that tail, that beautiful placid adoring nature.

One and a half years after we lost our Pixie dog.
(I still cry when I reread that post).

Is already loved by the farmer who wondered if he could ever love a little cute dog.

One of seven dogs on our farm but the only dog in our home.

We are already in love.

Welcome Jo Jo.

(I promise to try my hardest not to become a dog blog).

Will you think less of me if I knit him a bonnet?
Did you know there are 57 pages of doggie patterns on Ravelry?
Eeeeeeeeeep!!!!!

bye!

xx

Pixie.

Late yesterday afternoon our beautiful Pixie dog died.

Pixie who was going to turn 12 next month died at the vet's in Bren's arms of unexplained causes.

Pixie who we found in a cardboard box at a market in Stanthorpe in Queensland. The box said free and that any puppies left at the end of the day would be put down the following day. Once we found out that she and I shared the same birthday, it was a done deal.

Pixie was mine and Bren's baby before we had babies.

Pixie who travelled up and down the East coast with us in our combi, often falling asleep under the clutch pedal stopping us from changing gears.

Pixie who has been the best guard dog we could have ever hoped for.

Pixie who was so loyal to us except when it came to Bren's parents. She loved nothing more than a sleep over at their place and a meal of stinky canned food.

Pixie who preferred to sleep in front of her kennel rather than inside.

Pixie who loved chasing and running and driving around in the front seat of Bren's ute and getting a good scratch behind the ear.

Pixie whose name will forever be used and laughed at when the girl's work out their porn names; Pixie Fox.

Pixie who will now sleep forever in her grave under the oldest apple tree on top of our hill.

It is such a sad day in our house today. We will miss you so much Pix! XX