I lost Dylan on October 10th 2019. There I’ve said it. Although these seven words cannot begin to describe the grief, the pain, the heartache. Someone once said to me “She’ll break your heart one day” and yes she did - though I didn’t expect it to be so soon. The days and weeks after … Continue reading Heartache and hope
Tag: Welsh Terrier
When Dylan met Cyd!
It's been a while, but life in Spain has been somewhat hectic - more of that to come. But picking up where I left off, this is about the little abandoned puppy. Dyls and I arrived in Spain and met this little one we have adopted. This is her story. Four months ago, dog lovers … Continue reading When Dylan met Cyd!
Oh this year we’re off to sunny Spain!
On a rainy dull and very windy Saturday, Dylan and I set sail for Spain. Twenty nine hours on a ferry from Portsmouth to Santander - what could possibly go wrong? We turned up at the ferry port. Dylan, as usual, asleep the minute she gets in a car. The wind was gathering and the … Continue reading Oh this year we’re off to sunny Spain!
The adventure begins!
You know that feeling when you are confident you have everything under control? And how in a split second it all goes pear shaped? Welcome to my world. The car was loaded. Yes we looked like the Beverley Hillbillies but hey ho! Up early to kick to the kerb (well put out for the bin … Continue reading The adventure begins!
All recalls lead to Dylan!
We have been missing from puppy class as I had the audacity to go on holiday and, for the first time, leave Dylan at home. I fretted the entire week, she apparently was her usual bouncy self until I got home, and then she turned on the stink eye, sulking and stealth poos - can’t … Continue reading All recalls lead to Dylan!
What do you call yours!
I have been musing over what we call our dogs. Probably because I've just got back from the gym and Dylan has tried - successfully I might add - to untie my trainer laces which I didn't notice until I tripped over them and nearly fell down the stairs. Mmm.... judging by the smirk on … Continue reading What do you call yours!
Never ask a lady her age!
Puppy class resumed somewhat later than planned after the holidays as our trainer was unwell. Thankfully nothing serious - probably the thought she was starting the new term with Dylan still in her class caused her to lay in a darkened room with a cold compress across her forehead! It's all change at class. Molly … Continue reading Never ask a lady her age!
Ho ho no! It’s the puppy class Christmas party!
So after missing the last two weeks puppy class as I was full of cold one week and worked late the other, Dylan and I were back for the puppy social event of the year- the puppy Christmas party. Now in our absence, turns out that the Cavapoos and original members of Dylan's girlband, Molly … Continue reading Ho ho no! It’s the puppy class Christmas party!
Well that proved ‘em wrong!
Last week, Dyls and I reached a crossroads. Did we carry on with puppy class, after being dropped yet again from the Good Citizen Bronze, or did we raise the white flag and give up? Well we decided to carry on as Dylan loves her weekly social gathering - she is after all the most … Continue reading Well that proved ‘em wrong!
Do we carry on?
Dylan and I have finally won an award. Not the coveted Kennel Club Bronze that is slipping further from our grasp, but next week Dylan and I will be officially the longest serving members of puppy class plus. At the moment, Dylan is stomping round the bedroom in pure Welshie sulk mood. I think the … Continue reading Do we carry on?