Back in September, after the loss of our family dog Lyla, we rescued Phoebe.
You can read all about her story here.
In short, Mum showed me a photo of Phoebe, a brindle staffie cross, who was available at a local rescue centre. But with the wound of Lyla passing still stinging, I was a little bitter as no dog would ever come close to her.
We went to see her at the kennels and when we reached the gate, Phoebe spotted us before we spotted her. She stood in her kennel with her paint-dipped tail in the air wagging. It was like she knew we were here to see her.
I went over to fuss her and fell in love instantly. They say a rescue dog chooses you, not the other way around.
Well, eight months down the line and Phoebe is twice the dog she was before – she’s nowhere near as nervous and no longer suffers with OCD. She’s really come out of her shell, put on the weight she needed and become a really beautiful dog.
A few weeks back, the kennels we had Phoebe from rang us to tell my parents about a litter they had. A pregnant female staffie and a male amstaff had been dumped, leaving the kennels with 10 pups. They were desperate for these puppies to go to a good home, since these breeds often end up in the wrong hands. We have experience with the breed and the room for two dogs, so it was lovely for Animal Lifeline to think of us.
Well, everyone – meet Frank.
Mum and Dad actually kept it a secret from me until about two weeks ago. They’d asked what I would call a male dog if ever we had one and I still had no idea. That evening mum text me a photo of this beautiful brindle puppy and said he was coming to visit. Adopting another dog was a big decision and one we had to make sure Phoebe was 100% okay with. Phoebe came first in this and that was final.
Frank came for his first home visit on Wednesday 16 and we all fell in love. Phoebe included. She got a little frustrated that he wasn’t big enough to play with her, but she was very patient with him and made him feel welcome. We decided we would have him officially come live with us as of bank holiday weekend to give us time to get all the things he needs.
So, why did we choose the name Frank?
Has anyone ever seen F.R.I.E.N.D.S? Phoebe’s brother Frank? Duh. We also read into the name and whilst Phoebe means the sun.
Frank means free and I thought that was really sweet.
Phoebe cried for about half an hour after he left, longing after her little mate.
You can already tell these two terrors are planning to cause havoc, but that’s totally fine by.
Frank came home officially today, and is already making himself at home. Phoebe adores him and I can’t wait to see them grow up together.
Let me know in the comments if you want to see more updates on Phoebe and Frank! For now though, head over to their Instagram for regular photos and videos!