In October 1992, we went to collect our first ever puppy. We were allowed to choose his name from a list of two. 'Good Time Charlie' or 'Way Out Willy'. Can you guess which one we picked?
We took home the newly christened, Good Time Charlie Faerdorn. Charlie was just 12 weeks old. His daddy was a terribly famous champion called Ch. Faerdorn Pheasant Plucker. Here are some of his other famous relatives too.
Although, I had been brought up with dogs, my parents had done all the real work with them, and Hector and I really had no clue. Suddenly this little fellow was all ours. It was far more traumatic than having a baby.
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