Casual Blog
Recently, my rescue dog Harry ran away from my husband. We have had him some 18 months and the route my husband took that morning was the same one we have all walked countless times before. Up the lane, and, if there are no sheep, the dogs are off the lead over the fields. Leads…
She’d just unloaded the shopping on the kitchen table. Now, ‘do I have a coffee?’ she said, half to herself, half to the dog who sat head cocked eyes fastened on the basket. Otto knew from past experience if he looked pathetic Sarah would always find him something. That was the trick, make your mum…
To the uninitiated ‘twirly’ is exactly what it sounds like. Those of you of a certain age who use buses will probably guess straight away what it means. To the rest of you reading this, from the users of buses regularly to get to work etc, or those who have cars, has the penny dropped? …
Rescue Mission ‘If you can’t pick him up you can’t have him – that’s all there is to it’ I was told by a member of staff or was it a volunteer at the rescue centre that Thursday.’ So starts my book about Harry, a traumatised, abused ex puppy farm dog who unexpectedly entered my…