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.
I know every dog is unique. But emotionally I couldn’t help myself fitting Cerise into my expectations. I should have known better.
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...
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...
Albert Claude’s cousin Chester is staying and play is order of the day. Happy dogs playing is a joy and privilege to witness.
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...
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...
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...
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...
It’s 8.30am and I’m staring at a small, white plastic pot on the kitchen counter. In it are 120 food supplements. One hundred and twenty days worth. Four months. It’ll be spring by the...
After a sudden, short and devastating illness, Renae died on Christmas Eve. Sadness consumes Michel and I as we struggle to accept our incomprehnesible loss. But accept we must and for the sake of...