Well as a child I had a Cairn then 2 Westies....then along came hubby and was not keen on my then Robbie - feeling was mutual, but tolerance and love grew
after we lost Robbie - we both decided to wait a while, one day we were walking and as usual a westie brought a flood of tears...hubby said a little later that the dog ahead was nice and a bit bigger than a Westie ( have a slight memory that OH had mentioned a German Shepherd which had reduced me to tears) thinking we were getting better at the size I told him it was a Cocker Spaniel and he said those immortal words - why don't we look for one of those.
On the Monday lunchtime I rang the Kennel Club asking for advice and was given the local Cocker Spaniel Club Secretary. I was to say the least quite taken back when the number given was local
. A phone call later and a few wobbly teary moments the lady had given me the name of a breeder. Breeder phoned and told she had two black 5 week puppies we could view. At 7pm we were sat in her kitchen with Mum and pups.............she then mentioned she a a 4mth golden that she had kept back as a possible show dog...but didn't think his stance would be right so in bounces Jay, he stuck to me like velco and the black puppies were right out of the picture.
Thursday teatime our bouncy boy game home and into our lives.
About 2 years back I went to the local breeders show and spoke with the chairman and mentioned the breeder, he remembered her and we had a lovely chat.
Funny thing is my old friend in the States had an American Cocker called Dudley who I adored, but never thought of one for myself.
So a Sunday afternoon walk brought a Cocker Spaniel into my life and that was it- plus as ejp says never one to miss an opportunity I rushed ahead.
Jay and now Ollie are such different characters but once a cocker always a cocker.
Hubby adored Jay and Ollie is his boy....
As for a name well for a Scot down in Oz I would say a good name would be Robbie !!
Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
And yes I have sat and watched the Afton drift bye in my time in Ayrshire with Jay by my side.