Bella the dog who lived
When I was in the UK in September, I was treated to time with Bella. I could say that it was unexpected time. Only I didn’t like to acknowledge that then, and don’t like to say it aloud now.
When I was in the UK in September, I was treated to time with Bella. I could say that it was unexpected time. Only I didn’t like to acknowledge that then, and don’t like to say it aloud now.
I wrote this two years ago. It was minus six degrees this morning as Albert Claude and I went up the lane and round the pond in time to see the Winter Solstice sun...
‘I already miss those ears’. What do you do when death comes to a friend and you know they’ll be putting on a brave and public face?
When a photo came up in my Facebook memories, I sent it to my friend Anne. She has her own version of Susie-Belle in her life, Bella.
There are loads of things that make me cringe but this blog is about dogs and my relationship with them so worry not, you won’t read all my cringe-triggers. You’ll just read one today....
Guernsey, I had high expectations and you did not disappoint. Our first visit will not be our last I am sure. For a small island you pack a big punch. Such a welcoming place...
As we waved our visitors off last week, Albert Claude breathed a sigh of relief.
As invitations go, this one was ideal: visit an island – I love islands – and join a Schnauzerfest walk. Perfect.
For us to go south in August makes little sense. But that is what we did last week.
I’m reading 50 books in 2023 for Schnauzerfest. If you have recommendations please get in touch, I am 32 books towards my goal.