Pudding became a part of our family when she was a month old, on November 10th 2001. My brother and I had gone to pick her out and we were so excited. Like most kids, we’d wanted a dog for as long as we could remember and we were finally choosing our own puppy. I still remember the ride to the house form where we were going to pick her up. 3 of us were going there in my brothers bright red mini Pajero, him and his friend, sean up in front and me, sitting in the back.
The puppies were just 2 weeks old then and we could choose any from 9 puppies. There were all small and walking over each other in a small confined area. Me and my brother both wanted different puppies but we eventually settled on Pudding. She seemed to be the most fun of the lot – how wrong were we? They say that a baby becomes the opposite of what it primarily was, once it grows up. This is definitely true in Pudding’s case because she is now lazy and overweight. Labradors tend to be especially if they’re not walked enough – and she’s stubborn. I have to admit for the longest time I hated the name. I always said, if the poor thing could speak, say any one thing, she would ask us to change her name. My brother is one of those sentimental types though and he wanted it to remain as it was in her birth certificate. So Pudding it was.