Well amazingly Dylan made it to a year old - despite the trip to the vets. And on Sunday had her birthday party with Harley and Wiglet. Squirty cream and sponge cake with a candle of course! Mmmmm, maybe only dog owners will get that bit. Others may just think I am mad - but … Continue reading The vet is my new best friend!
, Once upon a time there were two little Welshie girls. The first known as Princess Wiglet did not have the best start in life. She was bred to be a show dog, but unfortunately her curly piglet like tail was not considered to be correct for the show arena and so before she was … Continue reading The Princess and the Pea!A fairytail of love, kindness and Welshies
So it's been nearly three weeks since I took Dylan out of school (aka puppy class) early and we headed to France for the summer. And what a few weeks it's been! Thanks to her Welshie cousins, Harley and Wiglet, Dyls is getting quite an education - a bit like a French finishing school in … Continue reading France has been hit by storm Dylan!
Maybe Dylan knew it was our last puppy class for a while because, like a veteran performer doing a farewell gig, Dylan decided to replay all her greatest hits tonight! As usual Dylan did a meet and greet round the room and we settled down with the cavapoos Molly and Boo. Well, not exactly settled, … Continue reading Going out with a bang!
On Sunday there was great excitement because Dylan, who is usually Billy no mates (for anyone outside the UK this means she's on her own when we go out) had a date. Friends were coming over to the park - yep the infamous park (see previous post) but I figured Sunday = family day all … Continue reading They break your heart
I think aliens have abducted Dylan and replaced her with a puppy that looks exactly like her, but is willing, obedient and follows all commands - well almost all. That can be the only explanation for tonight's puppy class. Because Dylan nailed it! And I think it's because I made a mistake on the treat … Continue reading The cats made me do it!
Well it was a fun night again at puppy class - but at least I didn't end up in the broom cupboard - result! The trainer met us at the door. Instead of the mad fur blur stampede into class - usually led by Dylan (no surprise there)- we had to line up, our puppies … Continue reading Oh no, not the ferret!
So today has been emotional. I guess unless you are a dog owner, you might not get it - but today Dylan had her first real grown up cut. And I admit I shed a tear before I took her to the groomers, and again when I left her there. Naturally, Dyls skipped off with … Continue reading Growing up too fast!
And so after six long weeks we were back. The return to puppy class... and the irony wasn’t lost on me that it also happened to be Dylan Thomas day - the writer that Dyls is named after. It might have been Mr Thomas’s day - but the night belonged to Dylan. So we arrived, … Continue reading And we are back… in the broom cupboard!
At the end of last summer I was in Spain with my friend Sue. The poor woman couldn't enjoy her evening Sangria round the pool without me whipping out my phone and showing her yet again the videos and photos of this little chubby puppy I was picking up the day after we got back. … Continue reading Can’t take Dylan anywhere!