I love Dogs me...

These are the dogs I love.

Me too Dianne! So much so that I have three! 6 month old brother and sister Isla and Angus and 9 year old Jasmine. I have had 6 Westies including these over the last 22 years.

Its the pups first time away in the van next week. We've had a one night trial on the drive and they loved it!

Westies are such great little characters. Lots of fun but stubborn too when they want to be!

Gill

We have been looking for our next family member for nearly a year,after our beloved Border Collie left us 14months ago,and are finding that the Tinternet in one way is good as it is easier to see what the rescue centres have,but on the other hand as we are finding that if they are "available" they are now nearly always  "problem "dogs,  our last two Collies have been from rehoming centres,but more and more seem to be "strays" from overseas now,Ireland especialy,We have Visited several centres,after seeing a dog online and reading their "CV",and advised to visit only to be told the Whole story,and then they have tried to "encourage" us to take a dog they have had Long term,or found that the dog we have travelled fifty miles or more is "reserved"subject to home checks,and the major rehoming centres use call centres,so there does not seem to be direct communication with where the dog is at the time

Sorry for rant but needed to get it off my chest

Another Joyous Winters day, a light dusting of snow overnight, we all walked in a light snow shower, Young un & Her Mum loving it, Mum with Her wax coat on. The levels of Bird activity is rising now, as I walked I could hear both blue & great tits calling & flitting around the hedgerows as the sound of the pre dawn chorus is discernible, not cacophonous but more than it was a few weeks ago. Young un & Her Mum were more adventurous today, they are both making forays across the snow topped growing wheat, as always they are together in their shared happiness. We were heading to the copse & log today for a drinking session, that is drinking in the beauty of a Winter's day. Just on cue we were joined by 2 squabbling male blackbirds in a dispute over who has the rights to the territory, I love the wildlife theatre, front row seats as the actors perform for us, I say 'us' I mean me as both the Dogs are again ensconced in the folds of my jacket & held in comfort & warmth. The territorial dispute came to nothing really, they stood side by side eyeing one another, one of them flew closer to the other & made a probing run at the trespasser, the trespasser flew off. No fisticuffs at all. Just in the distance I noticed the old rookery is getting a Spring clean since the snow had stopped, a number of rooks are making repairs to the mass of nests, I can hear them cawing to each other as the call of Spring is heeded. I look forward to the pace of the the sensing of Spring growing within the bird & animal world regardless of the snow as the next couple of months unfold. According to the experts we have almost 2hrs of light more than at the Winter Solstice & it's that extra light that is driving the interest of the birds. Young un & Her Mum just laid on my lap sharing our warmth for mutual benefit. Each day that passes I wonder if it will ever be bettered, sometimes it is but it's always matched. This is were the story ends as I just stare down at my 2 companions gently breathing, I never want it to end, contentment comes cheap in my small world. Enjoy your day.

Nice picture Dianne. Shows their character off to perfection.

Cheers .......................K

Thanks, Rocky. You have there a mixture of winter weather with the burgeoning of Spring breaking through. A blend of the seasons. You and your dogs had the best of both worlds this morning.

Thanks Tinny, it was grand, cold, breezy & a bit of Snow, add to that the wildlife coming back. Good for the soul Mucker.

Good post ggregu. -- Concise and informative. Sound like you have great fun with your dogs

Cheers.........................K 

Here's Bobby, a rescue Westie who's been with us for 6 years. We love him to bits. Stubborn 'aint the word for it! If I start to go down one fork of a footpath when we're over the fields he just sits down and stare me out unless I retrace my steps and go down 'his' choice of route. I don't mind, after all, it's his walk.

 Oh, BOTHER!

Couldn't get the photos to post. I resized them and they showed in the preview before I hit 'Save.

I'll have another go...