A confession…
I confess. I am a terrible dog owner. Snipe and I have an arrangement whereby she wakes me up in the night if she needs to go out and I then won’t call her all sorts of rude names the …
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I confess. I am a terrible dog owner. Snipe and I have an arrangement whereby she wakes me up in the night if she needs to go out and I then won’t call her all sorts of rude names the …
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This morning, I found myself really missing the little black and white terror who made life so complicated with her stubborn ways and fiercely independent attitude (who can forget her two week “holiday” last spring?!). It’s vaguely shy of a …
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I took myself out for a saunter through the cherry orchards at the top of my landlords’ farm this afternoon, ostensibly to post some letters (there being a handy postbox on the road bordering their land) but really just to …
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She may be a useless fat lump who sheds more hair than she has brain cells, but the one thing you can’t take away from Snipe is her steadfast loyalty, even in the face of living with someone who insists …
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I spent much of the morning trying to persuade Snipe to pose for a photo. Snipe had other ideas. She was more than happy to roll on her back and flash her bits or get so close to the camera …
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A local dog went walkabouts for 48 hours over the weekend, much to the distress of his owner. For obvious reasons, it made me think of Midge, my old Jack Russell, who went walkabouts herself last year – though for …
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After months of faffing around, I finally got round to buying a bike at the end of January from these extremely helpful and friendly people in Taunton. I probably paid over the odds, but you can’t put a price on …
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