My life with Lobster - Part 1
‘Man’s best friend’ - a term, a cliche maybe; but a statement that couldn’t be more true to the point. It’s real unconditional love, a companionship and a pure trust that surpasses any human friendship. A lesson in the richness I’ve found, since having been blessed with the gift of ‘Lobster’ to light up my life.
It all started three years ago.. coming to terms with letting go of a six-year relationship with the ‘love of my life’. A turbulent time of emotion and turmoil, suddenly finding myself alone; but happy to salvage my sanity and walk away with my clothes, my cat, and my then ‘pride and joy’ - my 05′ Suzuki Hayabusa 1300R.
The life I once knew was shattered, my heart smashed to pieces broken and heavy; all I knew was emptiness, confusion and the challenge of a yet unfamiliar path that lay ahead. I’m a survivor - always have been and I knew that I had to ‘put the pieces’ back together and move on to a new life. Start again.
Moving into a early 1900’s sub-divided mansion in Sydney’s Neutral Bay, it was time to do what I’d needed to do. It was a huge space, impersonal, high ceilings.. my meagre possessions furnished the cold and empty space - only reflecting the way I felt inside. I was depressed, but I wouldn’t admit it and chose to live that part of my exsistence in bitter-sweet self-denial. I needed a ‘friend’ I could trust, true companionship and needed to share the goodness I still had inside of me.
My 31st Birthday was fast approaching, I’d managed to nab a few days each week through a wonderful friend at a Post Production company. The owner, ‘Al’ - a great man not only sponsored the Ducati Bears Team but raced a 916 in the Australian National Series also. I would combine the two - as being Marketing Manager (and umbrella girl), whilst attending to office duties. Marketing for the Bears Team saw me utilising the internet for potential sponsors; but I couldn’t shake the lonliness no matter how busy I was. It was a constant distraction, and I’d made my mind up - I wanted an English Bull Terrier!
I punched in ‘bull terrier’ into the search engine, though being a motorcyclist and taking a practical view of the situation then decided that it would soon physically outgrow my ride before too long! Though, there’s always a solution to any problem and the way I saw it; the obvious solution would be to get a ‘Miniture’. I’d seen the ‘Miniature Bull Terriers’ before, a small but true to scale replicate of the ‘real thing’ and deciding that would be the smarter choice for my predicament - opted to look into it further.
My search results appeared which listed a directory of Miniature breeders and called each one. It’s always a good idea to research as much information regarding any ‘pet’ that you may want to purchase before bringing it home; just to be certain that it’ll fit into your lifestyle. Strangely enough, all the breeders had litters on the way, months away or had just sold them. I wasn’t about to give up that easily - I can be a stubborn bitch! I searched again, this time stumbling accross another post that read ‘Miniature Bull Terrier - white male, last of the litter - no papers - $800′. So, wasting no time, contacted the breeder and mutually agreed that I’d proptly collect him the next day, my Birthday.