There were high hopes for the Easter holidays around here. The weather would improve, we’d go on holiday in the camper van in the sunshine. There would be days out, chilled evenings and walks on the beach with the dogs. But you know what they say about best laid plans. Warwick Castle It seems like…
There’s something special about the relationship with a dog who chooses you as his own. From the moment Pluto strolled into our house as a rescue dog, he had decided that I was his. And that’s how it has always been, for nine happy years. I couldn’t change your beginning It’s hard to say what…
An elderly dog padded steadily across a green field. He drank in the spring air and paused to investigate an interesting smell. Life was no longer a rush. Age was not an affliction, rather an opportunity to embrace the finer things. A warm bed, a slow walk and the excitement of being reunited with loved…
The wind buffets against us as we trudge across the Malvern Hills. Heads down, fighting to stay upright against the driving wind and rain. The dog darts from tree to tree, searching for squirrels. She barely notices the inclement weather as there are so many exciting sights, sounds and smells. The reality of dog ownership…
Last weekend, I pretty much had the weekend off. I really can’t remember the last time I did that. But it was brilliant, and I intend to make a habit of it. Not every weekend, but occasionally. Social media was still there when I turned the computer back on. I had more emails than usual…
I’ve thought long and hard about writing this post because I don’t want to persuade people to get a dog. It is a massive commitment for the length of that dog’s life. I also don’t condone buying dogs with so many being put to sleep every day simply because nobody wanted them. But my rescue dogs…