{"id":7090,"date":"2014-12-23T16:01:49","date_gmt":"2014-12-23T16:01:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/?p=7090"},"modified":"2014-12-23T16:01:49","modified_gmt":"2014-12-23T16:01:49","slug":"charlie-chorizo-sausage-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/2014\/12\/charlie-chorizo-sausage-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Charlie Chorizo – sausage of love."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"FtkyaAgRNTW_3bOnoSS5Z_0UQCIwifEn5T_Cl3ZPcgE\"<\/a>Charlie Chorizo has arrived. A sausage dog. The sausage dog. The ruler of our days. And nights.<\/p>\n

Some may think it a little early after the demise of our dear old souls who were wafted off to doggy heaven just few weeks ago. But me without a dog is like Judith Chalmers without a passport, like Russell Brand without a lascivious look in his eye. Even as a child, a student, a scurrilous traveller I have never been without the companionship of a quadroped. In addition I have never had a pedigree chum. Ever. They have aye been scrappy wee unloved individuals from cat & dog homes, the side of the road, a drain, Battersea, Aberdeen, Edinburgh so at this stage in life as I intend to travel by car a lot all round the world I have employed the services of a wirehaired mini dachshund to be my faithful sidecar rider. I need a compact bijou pal and so I thought I will wait until next year before I take the plunge.<\/p>\n

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Fate took over as that very day I met a hairy wee scruff called Snook in Aberdeen a stoating wee dog. The next question was where did he come from? The answer was the name of a breeder who I phoned several times and had no answer. Then last Sunday she picked up.<\/p>\n

We talked.
\n\u201cI have one 9 week old \u201c she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want a bitch\u201d I replied. Birds of a feather and all that.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaxy boys aren\u2019t like normal dogs \u201cshe said \u201cthey are very loyal and affectionate \u2013 more so than the girls.\u201d
\nSceptical I asked her to send me a photo.<\/p>\n

She did.<\/p>\n

On impact of course the heart began to beat a little faster.<\/p>\n

A little chocolate drop. Tiny.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s will drive over and see him and have a chat.\u201d I said to the long suffering husband.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course if we go we will end up with him\u201d he said rolling his eyeballs.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot necessarily\u201d I said sounding as convincing as I could.<\/p>\n

So we arrived into the home of 14 daxys. They were barking and jumping and squirming. \u201cQuiet\u201d the breeder shouted and they all stood silent watching us with their raisin like direct stares. \u201cLets hope they don\u2019t turn on us\u201d I whispered under my breath to the LSH who unlike me has not been in the company of the dog breeder madness that we were witnessing. The fact is if I wasn\u2019t married I would like have at least 14 dogs and a few pigs but I chose not to impart that information at this particular moment.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s the Dad\u201d Elizabeth the breeder said pointing at this titian haired beezer. \u201cHe\u2019s French\u201d.<\/p>\n

Now I am no dog show judge but he was a noble hairy faced wee man.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the Mum\u201d she said showing me a hairy wee thing amongst the other yappers.<\/p>\n

And there\u2019s the pups she said pointing to the corner of the room where a small pen held two leaping pups.
\nOne dog. One bitch. One heart lost. Mine.<\/p>\n

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I picked him up. He\u2019s so tiny. And he’s not got any wire hair.<\/p>\n

“His fixings are coming in” she said pointing out the small moustache that was growing under each eye. He was a wee bit shy unlike the girl who was running up the leg of my trousers and pushing him out of the way.<\/p>\n

We talked about it and as Dave and I looked at each other we knew.<\/p>\n

We would like to take him home.<\/p>\n

And so\u2026the new adventure begins with Charlie Chorizo Sausage Dog. He is so small if we cut the end of a sock he could wear it as a coat. That\u2019s what I am going to do as he not over endowed with hair yet and clearly the Scottish winter is a hell of a time to arrive in the world. I will write about him again and display my new sock invention coat\u2026.but for now\u2026\u2026he is sitting on my foot, demanding he is picked up for a cuddle. Hell someone\u2019s got to it. Swoon.
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