Meet Trevor … a sweet, plucky, lively little chap looking for a new home!
Adopted as a pup by Mr & Mrs Finderley-Potts. A companion following the demise of their faithful retriever Hartley, he has proved to be too much for them and, in particular … their Dahlias!
They were warned. Hartley was old, quiet, sleepy. Trevor is young, lively, still in adolescence, puppily mad. But they thought he would be fine, they would train him, tame him. And all things considered he really wasn’t too bad … when he was indoors!
But it was the garden, the garden that contained their prized Dahlias. Year after year they scooped prize after prize at the village show for their blousy blooms. They nurtured, primped, preened, fortified and caressed their vibrant beauties. Fed, watered, de-slugged, de-snailed and raged war on earwigs.
But Trevor and the Dahlias did not mix. Seemingly untrainable, deaf to the sound of their anguished cries - the minute he got a whiff of the outdoor air, the slightest sniff of a breeze, scooting through their legs, shooting through the door, a twitchity canine, possessed, scampering and jumping. Chasing butterflies through the pompom heads waving gently in the air, awash with the hum of summer, digging in the loose warm earth. Stem after stem snapping in two as Trevor gambolled through his playground, frolicking happily after the dark, stifling stuffiness of the Finderley-Potts home. A furry dervish, he reduced them to tears.
Missing their docile, placid Hartley … in exasperation, they gave up on him. Now fostered by the VJ’s, he is happy to be allowed to run in a garden that presently resembles a patch of urban wasteland. Peversely, he is starting to quieten down, but still demands lots of love and attention, a garden to run in and strictly no Dahlias! Seems to love eating frozen peas too.
PS: becomes slightly delirious when tickled behind his ears.
Trevor has now been adopted.