…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.