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had brought a blanket, some doggy treats and the toys with us to the countryside
to collect him.
Elly didn’t really care and spent much of her time talking to her family. I
studied the three dogs and saw that one was a little calmer. When the other two
were rough housing, the third watched on. He disappeared one time only to
return moments later with a slice of watermelon in his mouth that was bigger
than he was.
That was my dog. That was my Krueger.
I couldn’t have been happier returning triumphantly in the back of Elly’s
Mum’s minivan with little Krueger to our home. We had our first baby in our
hands and he did fit into the palm of your hand. He was so excited, so nervous,
so full of fleas. He watched excitedly out of the window as we drove off. He
had never been out of the village before and I got a feeling, a strange and
wonderful feeling showing him something that he’d never known. I poured
some water out of a bottle into my cupped hand and as it seeped through he
lapped it up. Elly wanted to do it but giggled when he licked her and dropped
the water on her leg.
They were beginning to bond but I’d read that she should be careful of the fleas
and we had brought some spray and doused him with it in the van. I didn’t think
about checking if the chemicals were ok for Andrew.