It was love at first sight. The moment I set eyes on Cordelia I wanted her with a passion my wife neither understood nor forgave for years. Cordelia was resting on the mud, her distress obvious to me, yet her lines were classically beautiful. She had aged well, but neglect has taken its toll. She looked like a proud old lady who had fallen on hard times. She was, in fact, stronger than she appeared and cradled gently, she made the journey by road to her new home on the banks of the Thames.
Poor puppy was spayed two weeks ago so was not allowed to run free as usual.
Not impressed with her babygrow vest to stop her licking her very small operation wounds. She has keyhole surgery so just two tiny incisions with internal stitches and the wounds glued. Still, she was even less impressed with the plastic cone of shame.
Recovery time is much shorter than the traditional method.
Moving on and after her post-op check she was good to go.
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Nice sunny day recently, despite the fact that the temperature was hovering around 4 degrees C, Abby decided to go for a dip.
This is our usual walk and about 5 minutes from the house. This winter it’s been windy and endless rain but we have had the occasional sunny, calm day.
and this is the reason – her name is Abby.
After her first puppy groom:
I really had forgotten how time consuming puppies can be. She’s very good and learning fast, but boundless energy can be a bit exhausting. I’m not finding it easy to fit in her hectic social life – puppy parties, walks with her favourite dogs and puppies and training classes – it’s worse than having a small child. She is twenty weeks old now and I feel I have aged significantly since she arrived. But it has been fun – walks in the forest, on the beach and she adores small children. Amazingly she hasn’t savaged any visitors or grandchildren yet!
Then he lost a leg.
By this time he’d become accustomed to this. It had ceased to embarrass him but it had caused a bit of hysteria from the crowds intent on their Christmas shopping, because he looked so human, he supposed. He’d stepped awkwardly on the edge of the kerb and it just parted company with the knee joint. He picked it up and stuffed it into his rucksack, and hailed a passing taxi home.
Not many entries but thank you to James Leck, Janus and Christopher for your varied and excellent photographs.
I liked them all, the Danish coast, converted car-ports and Belfast but I think the winner is Mr Leck for his excellent photograph of Brittany Shadows, but I admit I do love boats.
Now if James would please just judge the poetry competition he can then set the next photography challenge.
Over to you, Lecky!
A bit of colour in an otherwise rather rubbish back garden. I have no idea what some of them are so any ideas would be welcome!
I’ve been rather busy organising the house and after the trauma of moving and a new grandson, the garden really has not been high on my list of priorities.
I think we have covered just about every theme over the last few years so this month’s challenge is sites, or sights: holidays, day trips or local, ancient or modern!
This is a very old castle site – architect William the Conqueror:
Entries by 21st May please!
A muddled jumble gath’ring dust
And cobweb littered spaces.
A storage place of scattered things,
And half remembered faces.