Parti Girl

We’ve been a bit worried about Day-z. While Emma has given her a new lease of life following Carmen’s death, she seems to be gradually falling to bits. Her hearing, her eyesight (never the best to start with), her numerous lumps and a general sense of confusion, have all lead us to believe she may find Emma a bit much. Emma is as respectful of old age as it’s possible to be, deferring to Day-z in most things, but, being only a year old means she’d rather have someone she could play with.

Also, bearing in mind how devastated Day-z was when Carmen died, we didn’t want the same thing to happen to Emma, especially given her usual cheerful and life affirming happy demeanour.

For these reasons, we have decided to get a third dog: sort of a spare, if you will.

After a jolly good trawl of her puppy app, Mirinda came up with this little bundle of cuteness.

She is a cockerpoo (like Emma) and was born in a lovely part of the world, not far from Horsham. The house is, according to the owner, Tudor. It’s in a very English village where a game of cricket was being played in the afternoon sun. Farms and fields dotted the surrounding countryside like the lid of a cake tin. (Nothing like Emma’s home town.)

She is also a ‘Parti’.

I have to admit, when Mirinda read out the description, I thought she was saying she was a ‘Party Puppy.’ There is a difference, though after our first meeting, I reckon Fanny could be a Party Puppy as well. No, Parti merely means she is two different colours. In Fanny’s case, she is predominantly champagne with a couple of bits of red (on her ears, across her eyes and a little splodge on her back).

According to a rather adamant and vitriolic blog entry by someone who obviously really cares, pure poodles should be Parti Poodles. The writer claims that the original poodles were dual-coloured but horrid people preferred the boring single colour ones and so bred the Parti out. Not that Fanny is a poodle but she is Parti.

It was a bit bittersweet having met her to have to leave her. The trouble is I was down for a Talking Newspaper on Thursday. This would mean leaving Fanny at home for five hours a mere four days after bringing her home. We left a deposit and will return Sunday week to pick her up.

And the breeder was overjoyed with our choice of name (after a Jane Austen character and because it starts with ‘F’) as were her sister and two daughters. They will be calling her Fanny all week so, by the time we pick her up, she should be used to it. They all laughed when we asked if they could house train her as well.