Country Boy has been meaning to get a dog of his own for a few months now. Every farmer needs a few dogs, and while his fathers dogs will work for Country Boy, they are not his own. A few weeks ago a friend offered us a pup, and on Thursday she arrived.
In the lead up to the pup arriving, there was considerable discussion about what to call the new pup. Toby was sure that Thomas The Tank Engine was the perfect name, but it doesn’t really roll off the tongue. The girls also suggested Peppa (as in the pig), and Kelly (a dog from another children’s book). Toby later changed his vote to Mac.
Country Boy liked Daisy, (we were going to call Toby ‘Daisy’ if he was a girl), but all of his fathers dogs have names ending in ‘ee’: Sophie, Polly, Ruby, Sally, Abbey etc so we wanted something that sounded different when it was shouted from the back of the motor bike whilst rounding up sheep.
Country Boy’s grandfather used to name his dogs after the wife of the prime minister… but Therese doesn’t roll off the tongue much better, though Tess was added to the list of possibilities.
After much deliberation, the pup was named Jazz. It is a bit of a last minute ring in, but sounds OK being yelled across the paddock, so it passed the test.
I’m not much of a dog person (or any animal for that matter), but my goodness she is cute. All three kids were excited to play with Jazz, but Hannah is besotted with her. She spends hours sitting on the back step watching the puppy sleep, or carrying her around and playing with her. I think it is true love.