Thousands of Australians desperate for companionship during the pandemic came out in droves to adopt or buy dogs for some short-term comfort without realising the commitment required.
I’m one of them.
When pubs and restaurants reopened, work-from-home was no more, and social calendars began to fill up again, many Aussies – including myself – realised they weren’t as prepared for their new pets as they had thought.
My justification for getting a puppy was a new passion for running I discovered during Sydney’s first lockdown. I told my parents I wanted a dog that doubled as an exercise partner – and my 12-year-old border collie wasn’t going to cut it.
As soon as I started thinking about buying a dog, I saw Australian kelpies everywhere I went. I saw them perched on the front of a paddle-boards, running alongside their owners or catching frisbees in mid-air at the park.
I decided I wanted my own puppy to share with my teenage siblings, and after tense negotiations with my parents, bought a kelpie puppy we named Daphne.
But it didn’t take long before I experienced some serious buyer’s remorse.
Olivia Day with Daphne – the pandemic pup who gave her and her family a serious case of buyer’s remorse
![My family eventually enlisted the help of a behaviouralist who taught us ways we could keep her occupied during long work-from-home days](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2023/01/21/04/65839789-11489107-My_family_eventually_enlisted_the_help_of_a_behaviouralist_who_t-a-16_1674274602344.jpg)
My family eventually enlisted the help of a behaviouralist who taught us ways we could keep her occupied during long work-from-home days
![As soon as I started thinking about buying a dog - Australian kelpies seemed to be the only dogs I saw and I soon became fixated on the breed (pictured, Daphne with one of her siblings)](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2023/01/20/02/65279365-11489107-As_soon_as_I_started_thinking_about_buying_a_dog_Australian_kelp-a-28_1674181448512.jpg)
As soon as I started thinking about buying a dog – Australian kelpies seemed to be the only dogs I saw and I soon became fixated on the breed (pictured, Daphne with one of her siblings)
We had done some googling – in retrospect not nearly enough – and found a litter of kelpie puppies in Kurrajong Heights, on Sydney’s northwestern semi-rural outskirts, in July 2021.
Just days later, I sent the breeders a direct deposit of $1,700 and anxiously awaited our new puppy’s arrival.
Restrictions at the time meant we couldn’t drive to regional NSW to pick her up so a ‘pet courier’ brought her to our home on the Northern Beaches.
Soon after I carried her through the front door, Daphne – as adorable as she was – turned our lives completely upside-down.
She tore toilet paper, shoes and furniture to shreds and would routinely escape onto a busy road beside our house where she was almost flattened multiple times.
She almost choked to death after jumping out of the boot while still attached to the car and once had to be rescued from a vet almost an hour away when she escaped without her collar on.
She ate food off our plates when we weren’t looking and tormented our cat to the point where she went missing for weeks and refused to come inside.
On the Bondi to Bronte walk in Sydney’s eastern suburbs, I called my parents in hysterics after Daphne decided to join a local rugby game.
I tried in vain to catch her as furious officials shot me dirty looks before I just gave up and sobbed into the shoulder of a kindly mum.
Her young daughter was eventually able to catch her and I jokingly asked if the family wanted to keep her – before asking myself if I was actually joking.
![Our older dog, a border collie, was less than impressed with the new (and noisy) arrival](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2023/01/20/02/65279463-11489107-Our_older_dog_a_border_collie_was_less_than_impressed_with_the_n-a-24_1674181446673.jpg)
Our older dog, a border collie, was less than impressed with the new (and noisy) arrival
When I went for walks with friends, I would cringe as they watched wide-eyed as Daphne chased pigeons, lunged at passing motorbikes, or devoured food scraps out of a bin in an almost frenzied state that I passed off as a ‘puppy stage’.
My parents and I didn’t know what to do. We hadn’t been able to attend puppy school during lockdown so Daphne’s training was rudimentary at best.
I was in the office on an ordinary Thursday in October when I received a text message from my mum who was looking after her at home.
‘Not joking – can’t handle it anymore Liv sorry but it’s too much and I see zero progress in any training or gates and I’ve got too much to deal with without a mad puppy that craps everywhere,’ she wrote.
Alongside the text was a link to an animal welfare charity called ‘Dogs 4 Jobs’ which re-homes working breed dogs like kelpies, border collies and cattle dogs.
![I was in the office on an ordinary Thursday in October when I received this text message from my mum - who was looking after Daphne at home](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2023/01/21/04/65278267-11489107-I_was_in_the_office_on_an_ordinary_Thursday_in_October_when_I_re-a-14_1674274602339.jpg)
I was in the office on an ordinary Thursday in October when I received this text message from my mum – who was looking after Daphne at home
![My mum received a reply a few days later from a woman at the rescue who asked how Daphne behaved with other dogs, cats, children and livestock (pictured)](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2023/01/21/04/65278269-11489107-My_mum_received_a_reply_a_few_days_later_from_a_woman_at_the_res-a-15_1674274602342.jpg)
My mum received a reply a few days later from a woman at the rescue who asked how Daphne behaved with other dogs, cats, children and livestock (pictured)
![Daphne tore toilet paper, shoes and furniture to shreds and would routinely escape onto the busy road where she narrowly avoided being hit by a car several times](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2023/01/21/04/65280663-11489107-Daphne_tore_toilet_paper_shoes_and_furniture_to_shreds_and_would-a-17_1674274602345.jpg)
Daphne tore toilet paper, shoes and furniture to shreds and would routinely escape onto the busy road where she narrowly avoided being hit by a car several times
In desperation, my mum had contacted the organisation, which promises ‘no judgement’ of people who feel like keeping their dogs is no longer an option.
She received a reply a few days later from a woman at the rescue who asked how Daphne behaved with other dogs, cats, children and livestock.
She asked if Daphne had any health or behavioural concerns or history they should know about, and if she was vaccinated, desexed or microchipped.
‘Once we have the above information we will be able to see if we might have a suitable place in foster care,’ she wrote.
After many tense discussions with my parents, I started to wonder if Daphne was a bigger burden on our lives that I had realised.
As much as I loved her, I knew the dog was the root cause of 99 per cent of my arguments with my parents and giving her away would make it all stop.
On the other hand, I knew that my mum giving away a dog that I considered mine would remain a source of bitter resentment perhaps for the rest of our lives.
![My little brother, pictured with Daphne, is the reason my parents didn't put her up for adoption](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2023/01/20/02/65866987-11489107-My_little_brother_pictured_with_Daphne_is_the_reason_my_parents_-a-34_1674181449817.jpg)
My little brother, pictured with Daphne, is the reason my parents didn’t put her up for adoption
In the end, it was my little brother who saved Daphne from being given away.
He was in floods of tears at the thought of losing her and begged my parents to keep her – even offering to help with her training.
After my mum cooled off, we came up with some practical solutions to our problems with Daphne – including employing the help of a behaviouralist.
She taught us ways to keep her entertained during long work-from-home days, stop her from destroying our things and lunging at birds and motorbikes.
I have found the key to tiring her out is using tennis, rugby and soccer balls in addition to frisbees, sticks and basically anything that can be thrown.
My family has grown more fond of Daphne now we know she will be a permanent fixture in our lives – for at least the next 10 years!
Our cat begrudgingly lets the dog lick her ears, and our border collie has accepted her as a companion – they sometimes (very rarely) will sleep beside each other.
Daphne even had a present under the tree last month – and she managed not to destroy it before Christmas Day.
![Our cat begrudgingly lets Daphne lick her ears, and our older dog has resigned herself to her presence - they sometimes (very rarely) will sleep beside each other](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2023/01/21/04/65866985-11489107-Our_cat_begrudgingly_lets_Daphne_lick_her_ears_and_our_older_dog-a-19_1674274602575.jpg)
Our cat begrudgingly lets Daphne lick her ears, and our older dog has resigned herself to her presence – they sometimes (very rarely) will sleep beside each other
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