We saw a blue tit on our morning walk today. When I say saw, I nearly trod on it! A baby chick had fallen out of its nest, but was still alive. Tommy sniffed and was very curious about this ‘thing’ that didn’t immediately bolt when he came near – more because it couldn’t rather than not wanting to I feel. Unsure of the protocol about blue tit chicks fallen out of their nest, I carried on my way.
On the way back through the grave yard we passed the chick again. It had died. Tommy still wanted to sniff, which I let him. He looked at me with his tail doing a half wag. I’m not sure what that meant, but I picked up the dead chick and moved it off the path onto the grass near some graves. We carried on the way home.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
South Downs Way
Is the first holiday that Tommy has come on with us – it’s also b/f and I first totally walking holiday. We headed out early Monday morning, driving first to Brighton to drop off one car and then onto Buriton, the start of our walk.
The idea was to walk from Buriton to Brighton, staying at B&Bs as we went. We hadn’t booked anywhere, we knew roughly how far to walk every day, there definitely wasn’t any agenda. The main thing was to keep it easy, and to not get lazy.
It was an excellent time. Tommy woke every morning stretching, play bowing and excited about the day’s walk. We managed to find accommodation every night bar one when we slept in our bivy bags under the stars (unfortunately, this was also the day that Tommy discovered that rolling in cow poo is the best thing ever, and he was sleeping in my sleeping bag!).
We saw deer, some lizards, even an adder which Tommy really wanted to follow but we managed to dissuade him. He was very excited at the cows and sheep (who were lambing!). By the end of the week, he knew that he wasn’t allowed to show too much interest and would walk in-between b/f and I.
When we got to Brighton, Tommy went to day-care and b/f and I went clubbing. It was a completely enjoyable and relaxing experience and I can’t wait to do it next year!
The idea was to walk from Buriton to Brighton, staying at B&Bs as we went. We hadn’t booked anywhere, we knew roughly how far to walk every day, there definitely wasn’t any agenda. The main thing was to keep it easy, and to not get lazy.
It was an excellent time. Tommy woke every morning stretching, play bowing and excited about the day’s walk. We managed to find accommodation every night bar one when we slept in our bivy bags under the stars (unfortunately, this was also the day that Tommy discovered that rolling in cow poo is the best thing ever, and he was sleeping in my sleeping bag!).
We saw deer, some lizards, even an adder which Tommy really wanted to follow but we managed to dissuade him. He was very excited at the cows and sheep (who were lambing!). By the end of the week, he knew that he wasn’t allowed to show too much interest and would walk in-between b/f and I.
When we got to Brighton, Tommy went to day-care and b/f and I went clubbing. It was a completely enjoyable and relaxing experience and I can’t wait to do it next year!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Lessons we could learn from dogs…
o Live simply.
o Love generously.
o When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
o Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
o Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
o Take naps.
o Stretch before rising.
o Run, romp, and play daily.
o Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
o Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
o On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
o On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
o When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
o Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
o Be loyal.
o Never pretend to be something you're not.
o If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
o When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
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o Love generously.
o When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
o Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
o Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
o Take naps.
o Stretch before rising.
o Run, romp, and play daily.
o Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
o Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
o On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
o On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
o When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
o Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
o Be loyal.
o Never pretend to be something you're not.
o If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
o When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
More Nudes in Colour, Southend
I kid you not!
Whilst walking Tommy Monday morning I was confronted by these pieces of art. It did make me smile. I wonder how long before they are covered in graffiti? It’s nice to know other people have as much mis-placed faith in the area as me.
They will be there until April, which means I get a smile not only from walking Tommy every morning, but from looking at bums too!
Whilst walking Tommy Monday morning I was confronted by these pieces of art. It did make me smile. I wonder how long before they are covered in graffiti? It’s nice to know other people have as much mis-placed faith in the area as me.
They will be there until April, which means I get a smile not only from walking Tommy every morning, but from looking at bums too!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Dog poo
'Excuse me' called the (suspected) drug dealer from his window 'can you not let your dog poo there'.
'Don't judge others by your low standards, just because you don't pick up your dogs poo and if you didn't have a smelly carpet halfway across the pavement that the bin men haven't collected for the last month because they don't collect carpets he wouldn't even be sniffing here anyway! And why are you looking out of your window at 1:30am on a Saturday morning, waiting for another customer' I thought...
'He's just sniffing and I pick it up anyway' I repiled...
'Don't judge others by your low standards, just because you don't pick up your dogs poo and if you didn't have a smelly carpet halfway across the pavement that the bin men haven't collected for the last month because they don't collect carpets he wouldn't even be sniffing here anyway! And why are you looking out of your window at 1:30am on a Saturday morning, waiting for another customer' I thought...
'He's just sniffing and I pick it up anyway' I repiled...
Monday, November 22, 2010
Rain does not stop play
As our boiler is now very spasmodic in its working (thanks b/f) I decided to take Tommy out on a long one last Thursday evening. There was no point staying in, as it was as cold in the house as it was out. It was only slightly raining, but nowhere near enough to keep me in.
I had been meaning to go down the seafront to have a look at how ‘City Beach’ is developing – I saw some pictures in the paper about the Lighting masts and I wanted to see how they have changed the feel of the seafront. So that’s where we went.
Five minutes into the walk and the rain started to get heavier. The wind also decided to show its colours and was thrashing the rain into my face. Tommy was still very much nose to the ground, more smells, maybe food and I’m out the house – hurrah!
We got to the seafront and the rain got heavier. I moved up a gear and Tommy didn’t seem to mind the faster pace. The masts weren’t obvious to see, with my hood up, face down against the rain with a bit of a march on. The pavement seemed to be more broken and cut up the further we walked (all I could see with my head down!), which was a bit depressing… and then I came to a barrier. And then I saw my first Lighting mast. They are big. Very big. And if the ‘Better Southend’ web site is to be believed will definitely be ‘a centrepiece of the project, helping to extend the day into the evening’. How long till they are vandalised is another question. And how I had walked past two of them makes me believe that they will not stand out too much against the rest of the seafront.
We crossed the road and carried on past the arcades. Tommy constantly sniffing for a dropped chip, or if hes lucky, a bit of saveloy. The seafront was pretty much deserted, but Tommy still enjoyed nosing through the windows at the arcades. The noises coming from them, as well as the lights, bring out his curious side.
The rain started to ease off as we carried on up Pier Hill. Tommy looked completely surprised when we came to the Royals. He looked at me as if to say ‘we’re here! But this is morning walk. Can we go straight home…I’m very wet’. No Tommy. We’re off up the High Street as I need to get milk. Past the Royals and we were just about to turn off when Tommy spotted a balloon. I was going to tell him to leave it so we could carry on but then I thought, the rain has almost stopped. Why not play! I picked the balloon up and for about 10 minutes, Tommy and I were playing with the balloon, in the high street, outside Costa. A few of the customers were looking out very amused, especially when the rain started to come down harder again. Rain did not stop play. The balloon must have been made from some super strength rubber because even with Tommy trying to kill it, me picking it up (and maybe squeezing it a little too hard), being bounced off benches and posts, the thing didn’t burst. Most of the people walking past looked at me like I was mad, some of them smiled, a couple even kicked the balloon back towards the center of the High Street. Still it would not burst and the rain continued to come down.
It was at least another 15 minutes before the balloon burst. I had to pick it up to move it away from the road. When I put it down, it burst. A couple of the people in Costa looked sad that the balloon had gone. It must have broke their day up seeing a happy JRT, playing with a balloon in the rain, in the High Street. It certainly cheered my day up!
I had been meaning to go down the seafront to have a look at how ‘City Beach’ is developing – I saw some pictures in the paper about the Lighting masts and I wanted to see how they have changed the feel of the seafront. So that’s where we went.
Five minutes into the walk and the rain started to get heavier. The wind also decided to show its colours and was thrashing the rain into my face. Tommy was still very much nose to the ground, more smells, maybe food and I’m out the house – hurrah!
We got to the seafront and the rain got heavier. I moved up a gear and Tommy didn’t seem to mind the faster pace. The masts weren’t obvious to see, with my hood up, face down against the rain with a bit of a march on. The pavement seemed to be more broken and cut up the further we walked (all I could see with my head down!), which was a bit depressing… and then I came to a barrier. And then I saw my first Lighting mast. They are big. Very big. And if the ‘Better Southend’ web site is to be believed will definitely be ‘a centrepiece of the project, helping to extend the day into the evening’. How long till they are vandalised is another question. And how I had walked past two of them makes me believe that they will not stand out too much against the rest of the seafront.
We crossed the road and carried on past the arcades. Tommy constantly sniffing for a dropped chip, or if hes lucky, a bit of saveloy. The seafront was pretty much deserted, but Tommy still enjoyed nosing through the windows at the arcades. The noises coming from them, as well as the lights, bring out his curious side.
The rain started to ease off as we carried on up Pier Hill. Tommy looked completely surprised when we came to the Royals. He looked at me as if to say ‘we’re here! But this is morning walk. Can we go straight home…I’m very wet’. No Tommy. We’re off up the High Street as I need to get milk. Past the Royals and we were just about to turn off when Tommy spotted a balloon. I was going to tell him to leave it so we could carry on but then I thought, the rain has almost stopped. Why not play! I picked the balloon up and for about 10 minutes, Tommy and I were playing with the balloon, in the high street, outside Costa. A few of the customers were looking out very amused, especially when the rain started to come down harder again. Rain did not stop play. The balloon must have been made from some super strength rubber because even with Tommy trying to kill it, me picking it up (and maybe squeezing it a little too hard), being bounced off benches and posts, the thing didn’t burst. Most of the people walking past looked at me like I was mad, some of them smiled, a couple even kicked the balloon back towards the center of the High Street. Still it would not burst and the rain continued to come down.
It was at least another 15 minutes before the balloon burst. I had to pick it up to move it away from the road. When I put it down, it burst. A couple of the people in Costa looked sad that the balloon had gone. It must have broke their day up seeing a happy JRT, playing with a balloon in the rain, in the High Street. It certainly cheered my day up!
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Panorama
This wouldn’t be a dog blog if I don’t comment on Panorama last night. Obviously I watched it, any caring dog owner would, and that is unfortunately the problem. The ‘caring’ dog owners would not breed from a dog to make money. The ‘caring’ dog owners would not hand their dog into any rescue centre because it doesn’t match the furniture. The ‘caring’ dog owners already have their dogs chipped, vaccinated and maybe even neutered. ‘Its all those others’.
So what can be done? They could bring in licensing, and I would be very surprised if the government doesn’t, but that will cost a lot of money to administer and like all these things, the people that care will get it done and the people that don’t, wont.
It focused a lot on Staffies, not surprisingly, but there are lots of other dogs being bred for cash. Teacup Chihuahuas for instance can fetch up to and over £1000.00. And if you ask the breeder, they could ‘drop it round tonight’. The problem with Staffies is not the Staffies. It’s the media image of the Staff. Personally, I’ve met more snappy JRTs, Yorkies and Westies than Staffies, but these are normally the ‘nice’ ones, brought up by ‘caring’ dog people.
So, even though licensing I think will come to force, it wont stop the rescue centres being overwhelmed with unwanted dogs in the short term. I think its great that the Rescue Centres have finally come out and showed figures on how many healthy dogs are being put down. I am embarrassed to say that if Tommy were taken into Battersea, he would be put down. On lead, he can snap at another dog. There is no rhyme or reason, and sometimes he can be happy with a dog one day and not the next. So he would be PTS. I think I’d be hard pushed to find any dog that is completely bomb proof. But I suppose Battersea need an ‘excuse’ to keep putting these healthy dogs down.
I think they could look at the stipulations they have for rehoming, maybe ‘adjust the bar’ a bit. Look at the people wanting to adopt, not just if the box is ticked or not. I know a lot of people who have bought dogs because they couldn’t adopt and that leave their dogs at home all day whilst they are at work. Most of the owners feel guilty about that, and these dogs probably receive the same, if not more, attention, training, walking and care than someone who is at home all day. If they live in a flat, so what? If they are prepared to walk down the stairs to take ‘Tiddles’ out four / five times a day for wees, does it really matter?
I am worried about the future for dog owners. We live in an increasingly intolerant world where the media exasperate situations to a baying mob. Most cases, its not the dogs fault, it’s the owners. But who really wants to hear that??
So what can be done? They could bring in licensing, and I would be very surprised if the government doesn’t, but that will cost a lot of money to administer and like all these things, the people that care will get it done and the people that don’t, wont.
It focused a lot on Staffies, not surprisingly, but there are lots of other dogs being bred for cash. Teacup Chihuahuas for instance can fetch up to and over £1000.00. And if you ask the breeder, they could ‘drop it round tonight’. The problem with Staffies is not the Staffies. It’s the media image of the Staff. Personally, I’ve met more snappy JRTs, Yorkies and Westies than Staffies, but these are normally the ‘nice’ ones, brought up by ‘caring’ dog people.
So, even though licensing I think will come to force, it wont stop the rescue centres being overwhelmed with unwanted dogs in the short term. I think its great that the Rescue Centres have finally come out and showed figures on how many healthy dogs are being put down. I am embarrassed to say that if Tommy were taken into Battersea, he would be put down. On lead, he can snap at another dog. There is no rhyme or reason, and sometimes he can be happy with a dog one day and not the next. So he would be PTS. I think I’d be hard pushed to find any dog that is completely bomb proof. But I suppose Battersea need an ‘excuse’ to keep putting these healthy dogs down.
I think they could look at the stipulations they have for rehoming, maybe ‘adjust the bar’ a bit. Look at the people wanting to adopt, not just if the box is ticked or not. I know a lot of people who have bought dogs because they couldn’t adopt and that leave their dogs at home all day whilst they are at work. Most of the owners feel guilty about that, and these dogs probably receive the same, if not more, attention, training, walking and care than someone who is at home all day. If they live in a flat, so what? If they are prepared to walk down the stairs to take ‘Tiddles’ out four / five times a day for wees, does it really matter?
I am worried about the future for dog owners. We live in an increasingly intolerant world where the media exasperate situations to a baying mob. Most cases, its not the dogs fault, it’s the owners. But who really wants to hear that??
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Leads
Tommy has four leads. Too many? I think not!
Normal lead – its black and white. It’s made of rope. It does what it says on the tin.
Extension lead – a 5mtr tape extension lead. I’m not keen on this one, but use it for when we go round the small park in case there are picnickers there and Tommy can’t be let off. B/f uses it a lot and I just don’t think you have particularly good ‘control’ over the dog. We did use the cord ones for a while. Tommy’s lead rages as I like to call them soon destroyed them!
Pub lead – This has two clips on it – I think they are used if your dog has a head collar? Anyway, as this is doubled up, I can put the lead round my waist when having a beer and not have to hold it, or tie Tommy to the table. He has been know to pull tables over to try and get to another dog / wandering cat. Its also handy if I’m at an ‘outside’ event and have a burger to try to demolish! It can be very hard with a dog pulling to make the most of a burger!
Waggy Walkers lead – Tommy sometimes has to go into the back of the van when he’s with Emma. Now, because Tommy is quite a nervous dog, he will chew his lead when he’s in crates. I will take his lead off when he’s in the crate in my car, but Emma leaves it on. So, he has his special ‘ Waggy Walkers’ lead that is half chewed, but still safe enough for purpose.
On Friday when I went to pick Tommy up, Emma said that she had a present for me and produced a lead that she had found over the woods. She said that Tommy could do with a new lead. I didn’t have the heart to say he has three others and he only wears the nibbled one because you leave it on him! I took the lead gracefully, and threw his chewed one away when I got home. Five leads…now that is too many!
Normal lead – its black and white. It’s made of rope. It does what it says on the tin.
Extension lead – a 5mtr tape extension lead. I’m not keen on this one, but use it for when we go round the small park in case there are picnickers there and Tommy can’t be let off. B/f uses it a lot and I just don’t think you have particularly good ‘control’ over the dog. We did use the cord ones for a while. Tommy’s lead rages as I like to call them soon destroyed them!
Pub lead – This has two clips on it – I think they are used if your dog has a head collar? Anyway, as this is doubled up, I can put the lead round my waist when having a beer and not have to hold it, or tie Tommy to the table. He has been know to pull tables over to try and get to another dog / wandering cat. Its also handy if I’m at an ‘outside’ event and have a burger to try to demolish! It can be very hard with a dog pulling to make the most of a burger!
Waggy Walkers lead – Tommy sometimes has to go into the back of the van when he’s with Emma. Now, because Tommy is quite a nervous dog, he will chew his lead when he’s in crates. I will take his lead off when he’s in the crate in my car, but Emma leaves it on. So, he has his special ‘ Waggy Walkers’ lead that is half chewed, but still safe enough for purpose.
On Friday when I went to pick Tommy up, Emma said that she had a present for me and produced a lead that she had found over the woods. She said that Tommy could do with a new lead. I didn’t have the heart to say he has three others and he only wears the nibbled one because you leave it on him! I took the lead gracefully, and threw his chewed one away when I got home. Five leads…now that is too many!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Dinner
Dinner
B/f and I went out to dinner earlier, under the arches. That’s it really…
Only kidding! When b/f came in from work he said ‘I’d like to take you out to dinner’ and as normal I pulled my pained expression, the one that says ‘but Tommy has been home all day and I don’t want to leave him tonight as well’. B/f then added ‘we could go under the arches, Tommy can come too then’. So that’s what we done. 15 minute walk with a very excited Tommy (wow! The whole pack is out tonight!) and we arrive. We went to one called the Estuary and sat inside because it was very windy and looked like rain.
I quite like the arches, looking out on the joggers, (especially as I’d already been for a run) especially when the weather is bad, it all looks very atmospheric, as long as the gas works don’t get in your view!
We both had the mixed fish with pancakes for desert. Tommy was a very good boy and laid quietly under my chair looking out at the pavement or chewing his nylabone while we ate – the waitress even commented on it!
We walked back up the cliffs and Tommy got to have an off lead dash around. I felt a bit bad because I didn’t have his Frisbee or tennis ball with me and that’s what we normally play with on the cliffs.
B/f and I went out to dinner earlier, under the arches. That’s it really…
Only kidding! When b/f came in from work he said ‘I’d like to take you out to dinner’ and as normal I pulled my pained expression, the one that says ‘but Tommy has been home all day and I don’t want to leave him tonight as well’. B/f then added ‘we could go under the arches, Tommy can come too then’. So that’s what we done. 15 minute walk with a very excited Tommy (wow! The whole pack is out tonight!) and we arrive. We went to one called the Estuary and sat inside because it was very windy and looked like rain.
I quite like the arches, looking out on the joggers, (especially as I’d already been for a run) especially when the weather is bad, it all looks very atmospheric, as long as the gas works don’t get in your view!
We both had the mixed fish with pancakes for desert. Tommy was a very good boy and laid quietly under my chair looking out at the pavement or chewing his nylabone while we ate – the waitress even commented on it!
We walked back up the cliffs and Tommy got to have an off lead dash around. I felt a bit bad because I didn’t have his Frisbee or tennis ball with me and that’s what we normally play with on the cliffs.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Clothes that Tommy has ruined in six months
One t-shirt – general excitement at thought of a walk, jumped up, got hold of, forgot to let go.
One work shirt – general excitement at me coming home from work, following me into the kitchen, jumped up, got hold of, forgot to let go.
Combat trousers – left on the bed. Tommy got into the bedroom and there were treats in the pocket. Obviously couldn’t find the opening to the pocket so ripped them instead.
B/f waterproof coat – Rainy walk, b/f was running around, Tommy jumped up at back of coat and forgot to let go. I told b/f not to run with Tommy without having something to throw!
One running top – Tommy’s first run off lead. He was very excited and jumped up, forgot to let go.
Bit of a pattern here don’t you think!
One work shirt – general excitement at me coming home from work, following me into the kitchen, jumped up, got hold of, forgot to let go.
Combat trousers – left on the bed. Tommy got into the bedroom and there were treats in the pocket. Obviously couldn’t find the opening to the pocket so ripped them instead.
B/f waterproof coat – Rainy walk, b/f was running around, Tommy jumped up at back of coat and forgot to let go. I told b/f not to run with Tommy without having something to throw!
One running top – Tommy’s first run off lead. He was very excited and jumped up, forgot to let go.
Bit of a pattern here don’t you think!
Thursday, January 07, 2010
New Coat
Khan was a very spoilt dog. He was my first dog and I adored him. My parents also adored him and he was called their ‘granddog’. Dad had Khans’ coat made by the tailor at the Post Office where he worked. It was made to measure, made of thermal ‘Post office’ coat material and had stripes down the side, one reflective, one bright. It was a one off and Khan loved it.
Mom and dad are ‘cute’ towards Tommy. Dad takes him for a walk once or twice a week during the day to give him a decent break when he’s not at work (Tommy, not dad. Dad’s retired now). They aren’t quite so over the top this time round though (Thank God! I won't have to put up with the t-shirts!), as they have real grandchildren now. So when the discussion about dog coats came up I was surprised. I hadn’t thought of getting Tommy a coat. I think of Tommy as a ‘real’ dog, not the spoilt ‘toy show’ dog that Khan was. His coat is growing back quite thickly now so it didn’t occur to me he might want / need one. Discussing it with mom and dad, they said it might be nice if the weather carries on the way it is, they were also unsure what to get Tommy for his Christmas present. I chatted to b/f about it and he laughed – a dog with a coat! How stupid. So I immediately got defensive and said it might be nice on the last thing at night walk round the block before we go to bed walk – you know – the one where I’ve got my gloves, hat and scarf on and still come in with cold extremities that go against you when we get into bed. I also said he wouldn’t have to walk Tommy with it on…
I knew dad couldn’t get the ‘Post Office’ special from last time, but they were willing to pay up to £15 for a coat! I searched the internet (as you do) and found this site. They mainly deal with greyhound and whippet coats. British hand made to order coats. Right up my street! I ordered the green ‘Clip Close’ coat with the reflective upgrade and a slightly reduced belly strap.
Tommy received the coat just too late for Christmas but it’s a perfect fit. And when he’s wearing it I’m sure his tail was more upright and waggy than normal! Bless him.
Mom and dad are ‘cute’ towards Tommy. Dad takes him for a walk once or twice a week during the day to give him a decent break when he’s not at work (Tommy, not dad. Dad’s retired now). They aren’t quite so over the top this time round though (Thank God! I won't have to put up with the t-shirts!), as they have real grandchildren now. So when the discussion about dog coats came up I was surprised. I hadn’t thought of getting Tommy a coat. I think of Tommy as a ‘real’ dog, not the spoilt ‘toy show’ dog that Khan was. His coat is growing back quite thickly now so it didn’t occur to me he might want / need one. Discussing it with mom and dad, they said it might be nice if the weather carries on the way it is, they were also unsure what to get Tommy for his Christmas present. I chatted to b/f about it and he laughed – a dog with a coat! How stupid. So I immediately got defensive and said it might be nice on the last thing at night walk round the block before we go to bed walk – you know – the one where I’ve got my gloves, hat and scarf on and still come in with cold extremities that go against you when we get into bed. I also said he wouldn’t have to walk Tommy with it on…
I knew dad couldn’t get the ‘Post Office’ special from last time, but they were willing to pay up to £15 for a coat! I searched the internet (as you do) and found this site. They mainly deal with greyhound and whippet coats. British hand made to order coats. Right up my street! I ordered the green ‘Clip Close’ coat with the reflective upgrade and a slightly reduced belly strap.
Tommy received the coat just too late for Christmas but it’s a perfect fit. And when he’s wearing it I’m sure his tail was more upright and waggy than normal! Bless him.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Food choices
Since getting Tommy, I have been trying on a few different foods before I settle on one that ‘might’ be suitable. I have researched foods, and have been feeding him Wainwrights or James Wellbeloved. Both the sensitive ones due to Tommy’s skin. He has now stopped eating these, and I feel I could get a better quality food. I got a sample of the Arden Grange sensitive range. I heard of Arden Grange from the Terrier site, it’s a very good quality food that helps keep the weight on whilst the nervous dogs are in kennels. I’ve found a supplier, and have ordered a very large bag which should be here in a couple of weeks. Lets hope it helps Tommy’s skin too.
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