…that we had to let Archie go.

He’s a cracking little chap, but the mix of Border and Patterdale brought waaaaay too much crazy into our house, and the last thing we wanted was for that to escalate to a bite, which wouldn’t have been fair on the biter or the bitee.

So we re-homed him with the sister of a friend, and he’s as happy as a clam.

Our house is a smidge less chaotic (only a smidge, mind), and who knows who might come to live with us in the future.

But you can bet your bottom dollar that no matter how cute, he won’t be a Border.

Or a Patterdale.

No offense!