Tuesday, 28 July 2009

The Tongue-Master General

It's been so long since I last updated the blog that I thought it only right to let you know how Tilly's getting on. She's fine - still plagued by intermittent periods of lameness, but remaining her characteristically joyous self.

She's calming down quite a lot now that she's reached the 'mature' age of four (!), but still runs rings around me. There's also been a refinement of her 'smooching' strategy and she's mastered the art of getting her tongue around the lips of any unsuspecting stranger who happens to bend down in her company. The washing machine repair-man discovered this a couple of weeks ago, as he innocently stooped to examine the machine. Sluuurrrpppp. He'll think twice before doing that again in a hurry. Bullseye. He loved it really.

She's still not a great fan of cuddling up at every opportunity, but gets incredibly soft at the end of the day when she's tired. The only time you can really 'get hold of her' is when she's in her bed, and of course, I take full advantage of it. She's been my saviour over the past couple of years - I really don't know what would have happened to me if she hadn't scampered along.....

My Boy.....

Two years have passed since I kissed Prince goodbye. Two years. We never spent two weeks apart, so to think that I haven't physically seen him for two years is hard to comprehend. In some ways, it seems a long time ago, and in others it seems like only yesterday that he was chewing bones on the rug.

I hear a lot of people saying that it gets easier, and that time is a great healer, and so on. I'm not sure I really agree with that. Yes, you become less raw. Yes, you come to accept what's happened a little more. Yes, you adapt to a certain extent. But heal? I don't know. Perhaps on the surface, but there's always that underlying feeling that there's something missing. Something not right. Something out of place. I know that I'll never be quite 'me' again without him. I miss him more than I could ever describe.

Wednesday, 22 April 2009

Sarah & George

Sarah left a comment on my last post, as her very handsome labrador, George, has recently been diagnosed with cancer. Many of the people who still check back on this blog know just what a devastating and frightening thing this can be, so please click through to her blog and offer any support you can.

We're sending lots of love and healing thoughts......

First Blackbird of Spring

The "wee bird" is enjoying the Spring sunshine, even if she chooses what looks like a very uncomfortable position to enjoy it in.....

We're getting back to near-normal walks again now, although I'm still really paranoid about her leg problems. We've had a few ups and downs, but she's fine at the moment, although she does get a little stiff in the evenings. I hope this continues to improve, as it's a little worrying for such a young and active dog to have such problems.... It's not in her nature to let it get her down though, and she continues to bounce through the day without a care in the world. We can learn at lot from our dogs!

This photograph was taken through the upstairs window, as she was checking for breaches in garden security - my neighbours cat is her arch enemy. You may need to click on the picture to see this, but just next to her is a blurred shape. The flash was switched off, but the likelihood is that this was caused by the sun reflecting off the window. Regardless of this, I like to think that it might just be my little boy, keeping an eye on us as ever....

Saturday, 14 February 2009

Beware Squirrels!

Whilst Tillys leg is much better, and I'm pleased that she's on the move again, I wouldn't like to see her doing what this dog can do.....