Brrr and grrr

I am not writing much tonight. I am still thawing out after an afternoon and then an evening spent wrapped around the fingertips of my two respective dogs. The wind was, apparently, causing all the dogs to play silly knickers in outdoor training today. And I shall...

Raffles’s new place

  We never used to allow dogs on beds or even on sofas. This has changed since Raffles came to live with us. He seems to feel that the comfiest place in the room is his by right. The Boywonder has encouraged him to lie on his bed and doze so here he is at 9.30...

Paws for the weekend

  All in all today has been rather doggy. As MsDD is away on her Duke of Edinburgh award expedition, we did not have to leave our cosy beds at 7.30 this morning to take her to Saturday morning music school. We’ve had a busy, tiring week so we took the rare...

A lasting impression

A building site will, at some point, present an expanse of cement or concrete, with a vast unexplored temptation factor: it’s like arriving on your first morning of an Easter skiing break at Obergurgl or, better, Hochgurgl and finding that, not only has it...

Mortified

[sdropcap]O[/sdropcap]h dear. How true it is that the stories most interesting to the reader are those most excruciating to write. Oscar the dog is now nearly seven years old. I’ve assiduously trained him since he was a puppy: first at home; then at a general...