Wesley the Spaniel says "Hi" to the World :-)

After several months of enjoying the advantages of undisturbed mealtimes, clean floors and spotless, hairfree clothing, my dad and I had finally come to the conclusion that all these strange and unfamiliar comforts were really nothing compared to the fun of becoming dog owners again. So, in early March, we phoned up our old breeder, asked him for recommendations and went on dog search.

The puppy we chose is a little male with reddish spots; a relaxed, sunny temper and a strong interest in all kinds of twigs and flowers. Being the only boy amongst six elegant and agile sisters is probably just one of the factors which led to his slightly chubby physique, since he also seems to have a natural talent for understanding the nature of dog food and chewing sticks. Dad and I had met him just for about two minutes, when we nicknamed him "Moppel-Hoppel".

Finding a good "real name" however, proved to take a bit longer. After a brainstorming session and about half an hour of browsing several baby name sites on the internet, I finally came up with a perfectly good namelist, including classic dog names (Dusty), english boys' names (Percy, Seymour, Winston) and a several names of a more fannish origin.

Not wanting to get the reputation of a narrow-minded name dictator I then left the final decision up to my dad, and even though it's probably hard to believe, it was really him, who picked "Wesley". Not me.

At the moment it looks like the little fellow is going stick with the nicer, more innocent side of his namesake *g*. When cavendish (who was so kind to drive me all the way up to Dülmen) and I brought the thirteen weeks old pup home yesterday afternoon, Wesley spent most of the time exploring his new home and garden and also behaved perfectly well over the night. (Which is quite an achievement considering how strange his new surroundings must seem to him!)


( Wesley and me on the day we chose him )