Hi! Sorry that this is a little later in the day than usual. I might not be able to post tomorrow's tomorrow because of EUROVISION! and I'm baking cupcakes and visiting my partner. If I do have time in between these things then all will be well. If not, I'm sorry in advance.

Thankfully, I managed to not bump into GorgeousJawMan the next time I visited my Max. During that visit I was able to arrange a time to come and pick him up and 3 days later he was coming home with me.

Max seemed nervous during the car ride home, looking out the window and whining periodically. When we passed other dogs with their owners, he growled lowly. Actually, he growled at pedestrians too.

He seemed happy to see me when I came to pick him up. He didn't growl at me, so that's something.

Whilst waiting for him to be brought out of the kennels, they gave me his information forms that were filled out when he first came to the home. He is thought to be approximately 3 and a half years old. His previous owners had him from birth. They chose to leave him with the RSPCA because they had recently had a new-born and decided that it wasn't working out. Lucky for me.

He is pretty. Beautiful. A thick black and white coat. A little underweight but that can be easily fixed. Spaniel. Max was his name from his previous family and so I kept it. There wasn't much point in changing his name if he was used to it.

He was obsessed with balls, loved them, but didn't seem interested in any other toys.

As soon as we got back, I thought it was best to take him for a walk, to calm him, and me, down.

Damn, my baby could pull. I felt like my arm was being pulled out of its socket, but couldn't find it in me to berate him too strongly. He was just excited with this unfamiliar environment. He was ready to explore.

After doing his business, I continued to walk him further through the fields that surrounded my village.

It felt really good to be out walking with a four-legged being again.

Abruptly, Max caught a scent that he was apparently interested in and ran. It was so sudden that the retractable lead slipped from my grip and clunked onto the ground, dragging behind him. I shouted his name and ran after him, around the corner of the sky high bushes, praying that he wasn't fighting with another dog or anything that would cause an unexpected and expensive vets bill before he had been home for even a day.

Just as I turned the corner, I saw my dog, his front paws lifted by an arm, back feet on the ground, a golden Labrador sitting patiently by the side of the person that the arm belonged to and the grinning face of GorgeousJawMan looking towards me.

"I believe this belongs to you, madam."

Again, thanks for the reviews and favorite-ing. Love it. Have a great weekend, guys and stay safe :)