Why New Is Good
When we adopted Susie-Belle it was all new, for her and us. She had no concept of what life with us would be like. Or indeed life anywhere beyond the safety of the rescue...
Janetta Harvey Author, Blogger and Campaigner
One Pound One Pawstep
Today Schnauzerfest launches a new campaign to raise awareness and funds for puppy farm rescue dogs. The One Pound One Pawstep campaign seeks to encourage people to collect small change through the year and...
Happiness, not in another place but this place
Two weeks ago I was on my way to the UK to collect Angel. She was in the care of the Diana Brimblecombe Animal Rescue Centre. It was a trip that would give me...
An Angel has Arrived
When Susie-Belle died I had an urgent sense that a new dog must join us and we adopted Cerise 6 weeks later. When Twinkle died in July I felt in no hurry to get...
Awe Is Too Small A Word
When I adopted Susie-Belle in 2011 she’d spent 6 months living with Janet, her foster mum. Janet is the manager of the Diana Brimblecombe Animal Rescue Centre but the care given to Susie-Belle went...
My Mind Is Blown
In January this year I said on TV that Schnauzerfest had raised £126,000. It’s an astounding amount of money for a purely volunteer charitable effort to raise. Nobody involved with Schnauzerfest from the start,...
Inside The UK’s Puppy Farm Capital
This time last year, Schnauzerfest supporter, Aimee, at the time 13 years old invited Alun Cairns MP, Seretary of State for Wales to join her for the Barry Island Schnauzerfest Walk. He attended, took...
It Rained on Twinkle’s Last Morning
After days of heatwave the morning Twinkle died it was raining. The irony wasn’t wasted on me. When she arrived in our life in February 2013 she had a phobic response to rain. Her...
Good News For The Dogs at DBARC
Back in May, in Susie-Belle’s memory I launched a fundraiser to help the Diana Brimblecombe Animal Rescue Centre with a major project which has been in the planning for a few years. To rebuild...
I Can Write What I Can’t Say
Even when my heart is dark and heavy, weighed down by grief at Twinkle’s death I smile at the joy radiating from the brother she’s left behind.
Who ever knows what’s ahead?
Who ever knows what lies ahead on our journey through life? Who can tell if today is the last to be enjoyed or one of many before a mortal coil is shed? What we...