What a strange month we’re leaving behind
Each summer I enjoy sharing photos of sunflowers on social media. If I do that this year it’ll be tinged with sadness. They’ll be a remindersof a terrible night for our local area.
Janetta Harvey Author, Blogger and Campaigner
Playing by the Rules
The other day I managed to catch on camera Albert Claude and Cerise in a delirious moment of play. At least Cerise seemed delirious for a split second, Albert was just being Albert. It’s...
A strange and sad week
All the reading I do in the world won’t make pet loss any easier. But I’ll keep doing it for now as I find comfort in words and knowledge.
Six years and six months of Cerise
I know every dog is unique. But emotionally I couldn’t help myself fitting Cerise into my expectations. I should have known better.
Rescue Reality
Her big amber eyes stare straight into those of the person who, perhaps, holds her future in their hands. She’s just a year old and stands on wobbly legs, one with a nasty, infected...
The Busy Month Of May
Just like that, or so it seems, it’s May. When I was last here blogging we were sharing quality time with family. The dogs were enjoying the company of cousin Chester. The weather was...
When Chester visits
Albert Claude’s cousin Chester is staying and play is order of the day. Happy dogs playing is a joy and privilege to witness.
All About Dogs Show
I am soon heading to the UK to join friends at the biggest ever All About Dogs Show in Newbury Showground. Held over two days – Easter Sunday and Monday, 17-18 April – the...
Springtime with its familiarity
Last time I was writing here I was nose down working on the first draft of my next book. It was an immersion in jostling with words in order to get the skeleton in...
Shifting thoughts and word counts
Here I am, writing my way out of a grey place I’ve been caught in since December. Since Renae’s short illness and sudden, terminal departure from my life. It’s two months now that I...
A Corner’s Been Turned
Albert Claude is way off in the distance, a dark grey blur against the frosted brightness of the winter field. I’m useless at judging distance but at a guess, he’s probably a hundred or...