It's a Dog's Life

Talk about accident prone.....

2006-12-02T22:25:00.000Z

Well, were off to the vets again. This time Niamh was attacked by a fox we think. Alan was walking her on Wednesday afternoon when she shot off through the undergrowth. Alan waited for her and then he heard her scream, yes scream. he crashed through the undergrowth looking for her and finally found her limping and frightened. He managed to walk her home and gave her a bath because she stank to high heaven. She was shaking so much he covered her up. Hence when I walked in I thought she was dead........my heart stopped. But she lifted her head and I could breath again. Alan explained what had happened. I examined her as much as I could and whisked her off to the vets having found several puncture wounds and cuts. She needed antibiotics and painkillers as a minimum. Michael from the Tadworth surgery was excellent. He reassured us that she had gotton off lightly. The fox no doubt had tried to take her down by attacking her belly and had it been successfull Niamh would have been dead from loss of blood. Her poor belly was red raw and she yelped anytime Michael went near her. After a few staples to her side and some medications he pronounced her fit to go home.

To top it all that night, having calmed her down and got her comfortable, she bit me as I went to kiss her good night. She was still so traumatised from the events that I couldn't blame her but it shocked me so much I got upset and had to go outside for a cigarette (and I gave up smoking some time ago!!!) I can only assume that she thought I was going to hurt her so it was self defence and that's what she'll stick to if questioned by the canine assult squad. I can't blame her as I think I would have done the same under the circumstances.

Here are some pictures

Her raw belly on the day it happened

My cheek after she'd bitten me

Her bruised belly 3 days later

Going from strength to strength

2006-11-20T22:01:00.000Z

Sorry all. It's been a while since I posted.

We've managed to slip in a holiday to Cornwall again - the dog didn't come this time so I didn't have to stress about her running off. No I just had to fret about her being with my mum for a whole week. We took Ed (my bruv) and his wife Jane. We had only 1 day of rain so that was not too bad. We all had a good break and unwound. Alan found a small treasure whilst out walking

It was in a small cave off of Crantock Beach.

It is lovely and has the profile of a woman's face beside it. Alan worried that someone had been buried there but we all reassured him that it was unlikely. Having done some checking it seems to be the work of one Joesph Prater, a Crantock local

It apparently was carved in the 1900. It's amazing what you can discover if you just open your eyes.

When we got back the dog was fine and had settled with mum and dad better this time. I really had nothing to worry about, still didn't stop me but hey ho there ya go.

Alan has also managed to finish the fishpond (hallelujah!!!) The fish love it and Niamh thinks she has got the biggest water bowl going, shame to dissapoint her but we had to put a net over it to make sure the Heron's don't nick our precious stock.

Sans Fish - but I put them in not long after

Talking of the baby (Niamh) I am pround to report that she now has fully settled in and not only growls at any visitors we may have, but she has taken to making our bed her home whilst we are out. I came in the other day to find the duvet all bundled up in a heap in the middle of the bed. Ahhh, I thought, my baby has been making a nest. Then I saw the great big muddy paw prints all over the sheets. Needless to say we now have a cover over the duvet to capture the muddy paws of a morning. Got to save my best M&S duvet covers from distruction.

The broad in the bed is me!!!

Not a morning person me

Whose who?

2006-10-12T22:43:00.000+01:00

The snow gives it away

Not the best but i'll get another soon

Snow over Headley 1994

2006-10-12T22:24:00.000+01:00

Fetching scarf - well Daniel didn't want him to get cold

Is that a rabbit I see

Snow over Headley 1994

2006-10-12T22:19:00.000+01:00

"General" with Daniel when he was only 8

What a posh overcoat

The mighty "General"

2006-10-12T22:07:00.000+01:00

Now you may remember me telling you about Alan's previous greyhound "General" well I want to share some photo's of the mighty man so you can compare him to my little girly.

I'm not guilty, honest.........

2006-10-12T22:00:00.000+01:00

Alan has been suposedly reported missing in action, whilst constructing the new fish pond.
Reports that I'd done him in for taking so long are grossly unjust!!!!
Now where did I put that concrete LOL

Several new toys!!!!!

2006-10-12T21:43:00.000+01:00

Charlie Chocolate Bar

and Alan's car wash brush !!!!!
Go figure

Waiting for Dad to come home

2006-09-24T21:28:00.000+01:00

I love this one. Caught on the spur of the moment. I'd been taking a few photo's of the pond as it develops and Alan went out for something. As I sat there Niamh patiently waited for him to come back. As soon as he came back through the gate she rushed up to him as if he'd been gone for ages. He was gone all of 5 mins!. Now that's devotion. Alan say's he see's daily between Niamh and me. So for me to witness some of the same toward him is lovely.

Now we are 6.......

2006-09-17T19:20:00.000+01:00

Happy Birthday my little girl. You turned 6 on Sept 16th and your still so beautiful

6 Glorious years and more to come

Love you loads

Your Mum

Cousin Paddy comes to stay.....

2006-09-08T08:14:00.000+01:00

Niamh invited her cousin Paddy (from Ireland) to stay. But I don't think he quite understood what she meant when she said

"The future's so bright you gotta wear shades"

He took it literally

(Thanks to Jenny for the photo)

Just because

2006-09-05T11:16:00.000+01:00

Tiny with Bonnie

This is so cute. Just prior to going to the Isle of Wight I visited my cousin Tess and some other TOMCC friends at Rudgewick Steam Fair as the set up their stand on the Friday night. Just before the Bank Holiday event. Tiny (who is 6'4'' at least) said something to me that is so true. Picking up Bonnie and balancing her on his lap, as he rubbed her belly he commented

"Why is it we all become so soppy around our animals?"

I said "Because we love them and because they are loyal"

"Too true, she's one of the family"

I replied "Niamh is my baby"

"And Bonnie is ours" He smiled.

How we love our pets. They take up the missing pieces of our lifes and make them complete

Dan & Tony Win trophy's at IOWBCMCC Rally

2006-09-05T11:12:00.000+01:00

First time at Grandma's

2006-09-04T10:04:00.000+01:00

Surrey Triumph Owners Club circa 2003

Alan and I really enjoy riding motorbikes, Triumph's mainly and this past weekend saw us going to the Isle of Wight British Classic Motorcycle Club Rally. We go every year and usually have a laugh. There's lots of drinking, fun and games and a little risky behaviour. Well this year we had the dog to think about. So I asked my mum if she would have her for the weekend which she agreed, only because Dad is up to walking her. Well she knew something was up. She watched us packing the car up and then she realised she was being put in the car. She must have thought it was Cornwall all over again.

Anyway I dropped her off and tried not to make a big deal of leaving. This would be the first time she would be without Alan or I and I was concerned. Mum tried to relieve my worries by saying that if she got too bad Dad would either eat her or make a waistcoat out of her!!!!. Anyway I left for the IOW and called in at regular intervals. She was ok but miserable. She was sticking to Dad like glue and ignoring my mum!!!

Well the weather over the weekend was abismal. It rained, poured and gusted so badly I thought our tent would fly away or collapse. Sunday came and we packed up very damp tents and bodies. Mum had roast lamb waiting for us and I was eager to see the dog.

I pulled up at the house and Dad came to the window, motioning me to stay by the car. Then mum came out of the house and round the corner with the dog and on seeing me Niamh went loopy. I was so happy to see her. She came bounding up to me and licked my face all over. Mum commented that it was the happiest she had been all weekend. I cuddled her and asked her if she had been a good girl. Mum said she had but that she hadn't been terribly happy that wa all.

Alan and I took her for a walk immediately and I've never seen a dog do large loops around us so fast. She churned up the sand as she wizzed around us. She was jumping about and was so pleased to see us both that I couldn't stop laughing.

So despite the damp weather, which miraculously dissappeared once lunch was on the table, we had a good time and the dog was glad to have us back.

It's good to make her realise that we will go away but that we will always come back to her. And as long as my Dad is able to walk her then I think Mum will happy to have her.

A Posh Dog goes to the Regatta dontcha know...

2006-09-01T01:40:00.000+01:00

She seems to be enjoying herself!

Well Hayling Island stylie .........!
My Mother lives on this beautiful island on the south coast and at our holiday home of a Bank Holiday weekend they all sort of go mad. It's for the kids mainly but Niamh enjoyed it not......

She was ok to begin with despite the crush of cars

We Watched the sailing

She even seemed to be having a laugh

At these two.............

Who were taking part in the Tug of War !!!!!!!! Kench Style

Buckets of Water and Men in Bikini's !!!

But it was all too much for her and she stood shaking with her tail between her legs because it was to noisy and there where too many people around. So I took her back in doors and she calmed down. But not before giving me the sternest of looks. Oh well. I will keep trying to take her to events and who knows maybe she'll come to realise that they arn't such a bad thing after all

R.I.P Bertie Bunter

2006-08-26T10:18:00.000+01:00

Bertie the big fish (can you spot him!)

Now you may remember one of my previous posts entitled "How to Dig a Goldfish Pond..Greyhound Style". In it I mentioned Bertie our largest Goldfish (masquerading as a Koi I swear) Well I'm sorry to report that not long after we moved him and his chums to the holding tank disaster struck big time.

Now our little home is on a quiet residential caravan park. It is classed as a mobile home but looks more like a bungalow. The only problem we have is the constant powercuts that happen on a regular basis. Now while I was away in Athlone on business Alan experienced one of these powercuts at 8pm on a Tuesday. He duly contacted the park manager to try and get it turned back on. Unfortunately this didn't happen until 10am the following morning, for what ever reason. Well the delay caused the pump that keeps the water clean and aerated stopped and syphoned back into the tank. Bertie being such a big fish suffered the most and promptly keeled over along with 4 other of his chums. Alan was greeted with floating bodies as he arose the following morning. Needless to say he was extremely upset and the park manager couldn't have been more apologetic. The worse thing is that they hadn't been dead long. If the electricity had been put on a couple of hours earlier they may have survived. So please take a moment to lament with us at the passing of a beautiful fish and his friends.

Bertie was buried in our local woods and will be sadly missed.

A day at the park

2006-08-22T19:06:00.000+01:00

Having gone to a friends/work BBQ this past weekend I was very pleased to see Niamh's Auntie Gill and Day. Dailene handed me an envelope and inside where these photo's. Now not long after getting Niamh I had taken her round to Gill and Day's so they could meet her. They fell in love with her the moment they saw her as well. We then made arrangements to take her for a picnic to Priory Park. The weekend we had chosen co-incided with the Surrey Mirror Car Show so the park was very busy. Niamh was understandably nervy and at one point as Dailene opened her boot to get the picnic basket out Niamh decided that it was just the right size for her and jumped right in

Girly sized

And then refused point blank to get out

No thank you, I'm quite comfy here!

Well I had a hell of a job trying to coax her out and in the end had to drag her out. We went on to enjoy our picnic but later as we decided to walk around the show itself she embarrassed me even more by trying to hop into every open car or van as if she wanted to have a ride. I can only assume she thought the vans where going to take her to the track.

I had to remind her gently that those days where all over now

She didn't have to race anymore unless she wanted too!

What a difference 3 months makes.......

2006-08-20T10:05:00.000+01:00

Well we've had Niamh for 3 months now and I just keep shaking my head in disbelief at how well she's progressed. From being frightened of everything and everybody to now wanting to say hello to other dogs and wanting to play all the time. I remember feeling so elated the first time I got a waggy tail as I came in from work, it was about 3 weeks after we got her. It was a minor wag but a wag none the less. Now I get the tail going like a propeller and her head stuck through the gate as she tries to get to me. I also noticed she chatters her teeth at the same time and i'm told by Alan that this means she is really pleased to see me. I come through the gate and automatically drop my bags and give her a big kiss and cuddle and ask how my baby girl has been. You may think me mad but this is how much I love my dog. Alan is amazed at how quickly she has attached herself to me and he can see the love coming back. He's not jealous thank god and he loves her just as much as I do but he dosn't play with her or cuddle here as much as I do. When she plays he always assume she's going to bite him or something, whereas I can tell she's just trying to get your attention should you dain to stop stroking her.

Remember the frightened dog of 3 months ago

"Who are you?"

Where's the kennel?

Now look at her, what a difference

Favorite "Tart" position

Having a cuddle with mum

I thank god, fate and whatever divine providence that she came to us. My life will never quite be the same again.

She's so beautiful

2006-08-18T22:46:00.000+01:00

Having a nap beside me as I type her life story with us

Niamh comes from the "Who me!!!!!!" school of doggie photography

"Watcha doing mum? Ohhhhh dont take my picture again"

How to dig a fish pond!!!!......Greyhound style

2006-08-18T20:51:00.000+01:00

Now i've nagged Alan for nearly 2 yrs (as I do with most things before he says yes) to give our fish a bigger pond. Bertie the biggest fish was, past tense - but I'll get to that, over a foot long and didn't have enough room to have a really good swim!

But true to form it took our neighbour Pauline to mention it to him and low and behold he decides it's time to "give the fish more room to move around in"

Hallelujah I cried, strange that he wont listen to me but as soon as a neighbour mentions it or a work colleague it becomes a good idea. It makes me want to scream it really does. Oh well at least this is going to happen I finally said to myself.

Pauline's hubby lent us a holding tank and Alan made a start.

Now Niamh became very interested in all the goings on the garden, so much so that she had to join in. So here we have "How to did a fish pond - Greyhound style"

1] Take one very small fish pond with over 19 fish in - yes 19 you didn't read wrong. Alan rescued them from a puddle in a British Rail yard over 10 years ago

2] Move fish to holding tank

3] Remove old pond from ground

4] Have foreman inspect hole and franticly dig in sand so that garden is covered in shit and corruption

5] Have foreman decide that actually all the digging malarky is just too much work and have a lie down as shagged out. Realises that sand in pit is nice and cold so settles in for a nap!

6] "Oy Gaffer, brews up" but said forman decides she's better off where she is thank you very much and says.....................

7] "Night all"

Five go mad in Cornwall.........

2006-08-16T08:06:00.000+01:00

So .........!
Lou and Alan, Val and Bob (my mum and dad) and Niamh went to Crantock Bay in Cornwall. We had a spiffing time and ate loads of cream cakes and had lashings and lashings of ginger beer!

You know I still want to sue Enid Blyton for giving me a false sense of childhood, so much so I asked-yes asked-to go to boarding school. You see she still has a terrible influence over me, help I feel a mystery that needs solving coming on.................

Back to reality then, oh well. Alan is great lover of caravan holiday's supplied on the cheap by "The Sun" The choice was wide but my main concern was finding somewhere "dog friendly". We picked Crantock Bay and we couldn't have wished for a nicer place. The caravan was beautiful and clean and the view was terrific. We now had 5 days to enjoy the area. All of us enjoy Cornwall and we keep coming back each year to a different part because it is so beautiful. Niamh wasn't so sure though!. Having put up with a new home for only 6 weeks and now a long car ride she eyed the caravan with suspicion. We'd brought her bed to make it seem less daunting but still she wasn't sure.

As you can see the view was superb and I think the only unfortunate thing was we had picked the week that became the hottest on record for July so most of the time we just relaxed and had BBQ's outside.

There was one incident that upset me a little though. I still didn't appreciate how scared Niamh could get when I took her for a walk. I assumed wrongly that as we had mastered walking off the lead at home that she would appreciate a little freedom here. How wrong could I be. No sooner than I let her off the lead in the walking area, she shot past me like a bullet from a gun and disappeared back into the park. I was frantic with worry. I feared that she was keep running and head for the road or run into a car. I chased after her calling for her to come back. I passed our caravan and still couldn't see her. I rushed up to the reception and they sent a van out to look for her. I spent 15 minutes wandering around on the verge of tears. Finally she was found by me wandering in the middle of the park. I couldn't tell her off I was so upset so I gave her the silent treatment. Alan didn't quite grasp just how upset I was. When I explained that she has no concept of danger or any road sense then he finally understood. I imagined the very worst. Having only just got her I would loose her due to a silly mistake. We did try again a couple of days later but again she did the same thing this time though Alan called me and said she was in the caravan. She had come through the door like a ballistic missile and thrown herself on her bed looking like she'd been beaten up!. We can only assume that it was too much freedom too soon in a strange place.

And the moral of the story is.........

If going on holiday and doggie is coming then take extending lead and don't let her off. Nuff said!

Perils of new parents!

2006-08-16T07:31:00.000+01:00

And so like any new parent you worry about the latest arrival to the family. Will they sleep ok, will they like what you give them to eat and will they realise that your carpet is not the right place to consider having a pee!!!

Well during those first few weeks Alan and I went through all this. Surprisingly we only had 3 accidents on the carpet and this was after each of M's visits so we put that down to Niamh being upset. Imagine you've only known one face for 4 years and then suddenly your shunted off to a strange place where it's comfy and the people are nice but you don't know or trust them. Then the face you do know turns up but dosn't take you with her when she leaves. After M's first visit Niamh had literally tried to climb through the gate to try and follow her. She was frantic and it took me quite a while to calm her down.

M told me after her last visit that she would leave it 3-4 months until she possibly came again, that way Niamh would have really settled in and forgotten to some extent about the kennel life she had had before. M ressured me that if any time we needed her all we had to do was call. Also if we wanted teeth cleaned or nails clipped then to bring her back to the kennel to have it done. I thanked her and promised to keep in touch.

Since that last visit Niamh has calmed down considerably. She realises that Alan, Dan and I would not hurt her and that actually Box Hill aint such a bad gaff to crash in.

Before long I was getting wet noses on my feet in the morning to say "Wake up mum"

"I want to play"

D Day (and i'm not talking beaches of Normandy here!)

2006-08-11T21:25:00.000+01:00

Sunday 7th May.

I was so excited I could hardly wait to see her and get her home. I've bought the toys, food and made her a bed up in the lounge. We covered the sofa just in case she took a shine to it. Finally the time had come and without batting an eyelid she hopped into the back of my car. M & P gave us their numbers and M said she'd be round the next day to see how Niamh was getting on. I paid P for her keep and the bits and pieces that I'd bought for her, including a Burberry collar and a very fetching green rain coat. Well she might get cold you never know.

This is how she looked when I left her after a last walk at the kennels

And this was her the day we bought her home. She seemed ok but she followed me everywhere. Well she still does but only because she want's something to eat!!! We allowed her to sniff around and to make herself at home. That first night was strange too. She didn't seem to grasp that she was supposed to sleep on the comfy bed we'd made her in the lounge as she flopped down on the floor at the foot of the bed. I'll need more dog beds I thought as I drifted off.

The next day M came with one of her dogs and we went for a walk out on the heath behind my home. I was advised to keep her on the lead for at least a month and then when I wanted to try her off the lead just keep a pocket of treats and reward her each time she came back.

M came 2 more times until she was sure that Niamh was settling in. She promised to be on the end of a phone if I needed her and I did when I worried that she wasn't eating or he did something a little out of the ordinary. Each time M or P reassured me that she was fine and that Greyhounds can be a little eccentric.

With each day as it passed over those 2 weeks Niamh and I built a bond that now can't be broken. I was the constant she had been looking for. Wherever I went she went too, bathroom or garden it didn't matter. She would shy away from Alan when he came in from work but I reassured him that she would settle with time.

She learnt to play with her toys and the first time she picked them up and played with them on her own both Alan and I smiled.

This was our favorite toy until he lost his squeek

And know we don't go anywhere without..................

FAT CAT (with dog as back up)

Getting to know her

2006-08-11T20:42:00.000+01:00

Alan and I stood looking at this frightened animal in front of us and we both knew we had to do something for her. We said there and then that we would have her. Well I did, Alan was uncommonly quiet. Maybe it was too many memories of General I don't know. I explained that I was going to take 2 weeks off at the beginning of May to help settle her in and P was very pleased to agree. He would keep her there until I was ready.

We took her for a walk in the woods behind the kennels and at first she would stop every few yard and look back to the yard as if to confirm that it was still there.

She wouldn't look at us and her tail remained firmly between her leg. We left the muzzle on just in case she got scared and maybe tried to take a nip at us. I hated it but it must have made her feel a little safer because she just walked quietly. No bounce and enjoyment at being walked was sad to see but I had to realize that all she's known so far is the kennel and the track. Walks are something she hasn't had time to enjoy. Well that's all going to change I told her. Once she got to ours then I promised her she would have the best life. When we returned her to the yard it broke my heart to say goodbye but I made arrangements to come up and see her before work and take her out so that she would get to know me a little before we bought her home.

We took the photo's you seen so far on my mobile because I forgot my camera. Not the best quality but good none the less. As soon as I got home I downloaded them and printed off a few copies. I posted the first to my mum who was keen to see the latest addition to the family (all be it with 4 legs and not 2!) The rest I took to work to show my friends. Jane, one of my colleagues, was ecstatic when she saw them. She herself has a Greyhound and a Heinz 57 plus an ever growing poodle posse (3 so far). All she had to do was look at me to know I'd said yes. Hugs all round and I wore a smile that would have made a Cheshire cat look glum. All I had to do was wait 2 weeks and then she would be mine.

Then the worry would really begin!!!!

So with the agonizing wait before me I counted the days until I could go and take her for a walk. The second time I went I took the muzzle off and this is what she looked like. Still shy but so beautiful I cried.

We still had the uncertainty in the eyes but she at least enjoyed every treat I gave her. I remember buying cold ham and chicken to give her because she looked so thin.

"Hold on in there I coming for you soon"

I whispered in her ear as I left. She just look at me and sighed.

In the beginning.............

2006-08-09T07:45:00.000+01:00

So to begin with a little potted history about myself.

I'm pushing 40 which dosn't bother me (Honestly) I've been married and divorced and have no children. Now although i've analysed my life and found that actually I quite like it as it is, there is still something missing. I don't long for something that will demand feeding every 2 hours or, as it grows up, the most expensive pair of Nike's in the shop. I don't want the inevitable teenage attitude and "hurricane hole" that will become it's bedroom.

Alan, my partner, had already done his child rearing and is blessed with a son of 20 (Daniel) and a daughter of 17 (Emma). Dan lives us and is turning into a very funny guy. Shy at first he is now fast becoming more confident and even loves to tease his dad as much as I do (Hallelujah I have an ally- he he). So i'm left with a wonderful partner who has been there, done that and dosn't need the tee-shirt, despite my best tries to convince him that the fetching shade would suit him. I have Dan who dosn't really need me for my motherly skills, but has leaned on me occassionally for support. Neither of them need this kind of love that I have floating around, listless and frustrated.

So I took the bull by the horns and I said

"Alan" (that's the bulls name by the way)

"I want a dog!"

To which my only responce for several months, every time I repeated it, was

"It's too much responsability"

I begged, I pleaded and i'll admit I threatened him with unmentionable things. My argument fell on deaf ears but I didn't give up. Having gotten over back surgery in February for a prolapsed disc I needed an excuse to exercise, cos i'm lazy. I've got all the will power in the world, it's the won't power I don't have. Getting a dog would solve 3 things, my mothering need, my need to exercise and the perfect excuse to spoil a dog rotten. So I told him straight, I did ya know. You would have been so proud off me.

"Alan having asked nicely for several months, years even. The time has come for me to say that we are getting a dog wether you like it or not. So having had a greyhound yourself before I'll meet you half way and get a dog you like"

Now this did the trick, or it might have been that I was clutching his scrotum too tightly-must remember to trim my nails oh well! Anyway he started getting interested and advised we go back to the kennels where he had gotten his previous greyhound "General" (I'll tell you all about him another time)

I rang and made arrangements for us to go and see the owners MC & P. MC and her partner P run a lovely kennels in the heart of the Surrey countryside and where very pleased to hear from us. We explained that we where happy to take on almost anything but would prefer a black dog if possible. Alan wanted a small reminder of General, who was also black.

MC delighted us by saying she had a little 5 year old bitch who might be right up our street. So on Sunday 23rd April we duly arrived, too early, in our eagerness to see the dog who might become part of our lives. As they busied themselves with feeding and sorting out the other dogs Alan and I wandered around and walked out the back to find a black bitch and a brindle boy. We automatically assumed that the girl must be the one we had come to see and immediately started to make a fuss of her which she loved. We walked back around the front only to find that she wasn't the one we had come to see. Alan and I felt right twits. There in the courtyard stood a very forlorn and frightened looking animal. Her coat was dusty and dull grey from her time inside. But I took one look into those caramel chocolate eyes and I knew. She was the one for us. P assured us that although she was shy that once she got to know us she would stick like glue.

This is how she looked when we first saw her....
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/cegababe/Niamh/fa8d384f.jpg

1st Entry

2006-08-08T08:24:00.000+01:00

Hi

Having finally bullied my partner into allowing me to have a dog I now want to share with you what a marvelous creature she is.

But first.......

Not long after we got "Niamh" (pronounced Neve) a retired racing greyhound, we were outraged to read the stories of the greyhound killer in the north. Our girly is a sleek black beauty with a white bib and the gentlest nature. How any person could offer to euthanise these dogs so cruelly with a bolt gun is inexplicable to me. I want to take that bolt gun and take care of this man myself. I know I'd be doing the world a favour by removing such a callous and cold hearted dog killer.

I was also inspired by Jilly Cooper's "Mail on Sunday" Greyhound rescue diary. She is my inspiration for this blog. I am going to post the positive and beautiful recollections of when I got my baby (figuratively speaking) because that is what she is.

My beautiful black baby girl - Niamh

So long for now. Will add more later