I’ve been musing a post or two for a while but decided to wait for today – today marks 8 months since the below picture was taken and Sam and Bea came home (apologies for the bad screen shot – being in it, I didn’t take it!) A lot of things have changed over the…

Probably 5 nights a week there are little paws on my lap. Little is I guess relative in this instance, as Beas paws are smaller than Sam’s but no means little. They are tough and strong, capable of smacking Joe in the mouth and splitting his lip in play. They are swift and light as…

Those are magic words in our house. At the sound of those words (99% of the time anyway!) two dogs jump up from their bed or sofa of choice and make their way to the back door. Those words kick off the start of the bedtime routine. It took us some time to put together…

I had a little look on the t’interwebs today – something on the radio referenced a reduced sporting calendar and it made me wonder. And yep there it was – last New Years Day, Mohican Ennis ran at Swindon as the black beauty in blue at trap 2 and came second. Mohican Kingsley didn’t race…

This was Sam and Beas first Christmas in a house, with a family. I don’t count any Christmas days before that as I doubt there was a difference between that and any other day for them. That cannot be said for a Newbury Christmas! There were Christmas decorations to represent them on the tree (a…

Being British I don’t celebrate thanksgiving – although a holiday based on Turkey and pumpkin sounds pretty amazing to be. It does represent a nice opportunity to consider things we are thankful for, especially considering the strangeness of 2020 as a year. Joe. I am always thankful for Joe. He makes great tea, takes the…