Morris

Let me introduce you to Morris, our only child left at home.

I say child because he regards himself as human. I don’t know how we got to this, but he is incredibly spoilt. Let me explain why.

Whilst the boys were growing up, we had 2 dogs. Milly, a black Labrador and Alfie, our ridgeback. In the pecking order, they came last in the food chain and list of priorities. They were loved and cherished, but ultimately they were dogs. My priority was raising 3 boys and the busy life that entailed.

Now the boys have all left home and Milly and Alfie are living their best lives in dog heaven.

Morris was rescued by a wonderful lady in our village called Hilary. She found him along with his sibling pup in the harbour, without a mum and riddled with worms, dehydrated, malnourished. He was 3 weeks old. She dewormed, bottle fed him, put him on a drip and brought him back to life. At 8 weeks old my husband spotted him with Hilary and called me, I’ve just seen the cutest dog.

Greg & Morrie - then

Hilary arrived at our house with Morris, a tiny scruff of a thing with the confidence of a dog 10 times his size. He waltzed in and plonked himself down next to a very sickly Alfie at the time, and was non plussed by Alfie’s growling and unfriendliness. Morrie never left. We loved and cuddled and gave him all the attention he had been lacking.

I think I (we) might’ve overdone it.

Morrie is the ultimate guard dog extraordinaire. He thinks he’s in charge, which, in fact he is. Anyone daring to come and visit nearly gets the pants taken off them. We prime him with treats and tell him to be a good boy, but there’s no saying he will be. I thought I was done with unruly children and here I am back to having another one on my hands.

If he was human his report would read, plenty of character, has tendency to get over excited, needs to focus on social skills.

What a beaut