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Why is it that sometimes it just feels so good to whine? I am dying. I don’t feel good. Why is this happening to me? Ted took one look at me and my constant stream of complaints and hightailed it … Continue reading
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Why is it that sometimes it just feels so good to whine? I am dying. I don’t feel good. Why is this happening to me? Ted took one look at me and my constant stream of complaints and hightailed it … Continue reading
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We had a bit of sun the other day and I thought it best to get out in the garden. Well, I suppose you could call it a garden, it’s more like a small city patio. Still I manage to … Continue reading
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I love drawing dogs. It comes from a childhood without a dog and with a great yearning for a dog. If I had been a wise child, I would have asked for a small dog, a dog so small you … Continue reading
These two boys guarding their world were my bodyguards in the Dutch Woods! Powerful, amazing and noble friends!
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Ted loves to roll in the smelliest stuff on the planet. Elephant vomit? Oh yes please, I’ll roll in that. Raccoon Pooh? Oh, I’ll have double of that please. Ted, like most dogs, has a taste for weird things, horse … Continue reading
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Happy St Paddy’s Day! There’s nothing more Irish in the world than an Irish Terrier. I love the red brick colour of the Irish, the dirty eye so crucial to the breed, a look of disdain and contempt, that … Continue reading
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Ted’s had a grumble. I write about March Hares, musty old books, why not him? I can’t come up with a decent argument, so here it is Ted, your formal introduction. Ted is a Wire Fox Terrier, called by many … Continue reading