So here is the full story of how we ended up with a Border Terrier (failed) foster... Sit down, grab a brew, it's somewhat lenghty! So, Sunday night we are travelling back from East Lothian agility show. This was the show where we first realised last year that there was definitely something wrong with Elliot (my then 6 year old Irish Terrier), after he started refusing jumps and struggled to pee, and I ended up pulling him out of a couple of classes. We then lost him just a few weeks later. Anyway, we always have an overnight stop on the way home at one of three different service stations. For some weird reason, we completely missed the signs and landmarks for not just the first, but also the second services (including Penis Forest, which is virtually unmissable) and then somehow drove past the turnoff for the 3rd one. It was too far to make it home, so Donna said we could stay at Morgan's Rescue overnight. We were walking some of the rescue dogs in the morning, when a guy turns up to drop of a 7 months old border terrier with separation anxiety. I saw Donna carry him in and it was pretty much love at first sight. So home he came as a foster. Reading through his paperwork on the way home, it turns out the little guy has exactly the same date of birth as Elliot - just a few years later. And no, I don't usually believe in fate and stuff like that, but there were just so many coincidences with this little guy that it does feel like it was meant to be. So yes, it's complete madness having two puppies who are virtually the same age, especially as Sprout (my beardie x border collie) is very much still a work in progress, and I never wanted three dogs in the first place, but the little guy is staying. So please officially welcome Boggle! No matter how mad it is, I'm loving having a scruffy terrier back - and Extra and Sprout are totally in love with him, too! He had loads of rehoming offers, but I'm afraid he's not going anywhere!!!!