Joe, never one to do things by half, favoured a Great Dane, while I, who likes things cute, liked the idea of a Dachshund. Some how, after a couple of weeks of debate and looking at all the local refuges who are sadly packed out with dogs, we ended up making a 1700km round trip in a day to collect Rolf, a Labrador/Border Collie cross - how did that happen??
He's as cute as anything, as naughty as anything and will eat anything.
Daisy loves him, and has the puppy teeth bite marks to prove it.
Boot tolerates him but can't believe we've brought another dog into the house. Boot can also control him with a Paddington Bear style hard stare - a look we both need to learn.
He's been with us three weeks now, has tried to destroy most things (Joe still hasn't learnt to leave his slippers out of puppy reach) and we still have a mop on standby, although this isn't used too much.