He’s probably in a basket with a bunch
of other puppies.
A week ago today, feeling a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement, I drove to collect the newest addition to the family. No, not a baby, but something I confess I find much cuter: a little bundle of puppy joy!
She’s a 14-week-old Cavalier King Charles spaniel with a beautiful nature: playful but also calm and gentle. These little spaniels have a long and regal history, dating back to the King Charles spaniels — now bred separately — in the sixteenth century. And in eighteenth-century portraits of wealthy aristocrats, you can often spot a spaniel sitting delicately at a lady’s feet or on her lap, as my dog loves to do.
Queen Victoria even had a Cavalier King Charles. Her spaniel Dash was a tricolour (black, chestnut and white), while mine is a Blenheim (chestnut and white), named after the stately home of Blenheim where they were first bred.
There are some moments when, as Suzanne Collins wrote in The Hunger Games, you would be quite happy to stop time and live in that moment forever. Sunbathing on the lawn in glorious autumnal sunshine with a sleepy puppy curled up on my chest, her head framed by the bright blue sky, was one of those moments for me this week.
Today has also been filled with puppy cuddles. And if you have any suggestions for puppy names, I’d love to hear them. We are thinking of Aimée, or possibly something else which ends in an ‘e’ sound (Sylvie? Esme?)…
Leave your name suggestions in the comments section below. 🙂