Any chance of a photo? Sounds just wonderful. Perhaps a trip to the RSPCA to give a homeless doggy a taste of your fab home? Sounds like you would be a pretty special owner and it'd be one very lucky and grateful woof woof!
Tootles, there is a place five miles from me and I have sat outside at least three times and driven on, Knowing you would walk away with them all big and small is not a way to choose. Had dogs most of my life, baby sit for two Daughters both old dogs and the young lad next door, that could be on a regular basis as the girl next door has been offered work.
Thing is I get around laptops and other magic machines Ok but never managed the photo bit guess age has something to do with it. Max left with the pickings of the chicken for his tea and a grin on his face.
You hit the nail on the head Verdun, an exact description though he is thirteen now and needs pills and potions, well so do I he gets the sympathy vote off me. He grew up with many visits to us and the garden, loved the long walks through woods over fields along streams of which we have many made many friends including my Westy most now gone including Benji. Taking on another dog needs you to be very fit when they are young so an older dog would be the one, at the moment hands are full dog sitting mainly next door. She has him daft I have him under control and it drives her nuts, "why does he not do that for me" that one low growl of command dogs understand. Experience, we were brought up to know they were animals and not a substitute for a baby.
David, you are getting me worried, you did mention my favourite Poets and in the right order too. Music is sensory poetry and dancing the interpretation of that sensory poetry or so I was told by many good dancers who took a whip of a lad on the floor and introduced him to a life time of enjoyment, "err" apart from the dancing on tables bit when well stocked up on Stella. I would say they could probably dance!
I love reading your posts Frank. I grew up with dogs, we were never without one but my OH didn't, he had never had one and made every excuse not to have one......couldn't see the point. So, I waited 15 years and didn't 'nag', just waited for my moment......working from home more, bigger house, bigger garden, no little children to look after = no excuses So we rescued Ollie from Beagle Welfare. From the moment he arrived at our house my OH was smitten, he is such a daddy's boy it is unbelievable, in fact I strongly suspect he is curled up on the new leather sofa that he isn't allowed on as I write, seen as I am away. A year or so after we rescued Daisy, she is my baby girl and so soft, I can't believe we are her 4th home and that 3 family's before us didn't want her. Now my OH can't understand why we never had a dog sooner.
Frank, just a thought, there are older dogs that need rehoming for one reason and another that don't need the exercise of a younger dog but still make good companions....just a thought
William Blake - songs of innocence and songs of experience, I love them Studied them for A level (or was it GCSE??) it seems so long ago now but I still have my book with all my notes written in.
Hi Frank - Orchid Lady beat me to it, in that I wondered whether you'd consider contacting one of the breed rescue societies. I bet there's one for Westies, and they'd probably be only too pleased to hear from someone who'd be happy to re-home an older dog.
I can't imagine life without dogs - since the age of 5 I've never been without one (or two) apart from a brief time when we were living in the Fasr East, and even then we had a cat. It "belonged" to the house we rented then, so although we didn't have to find it a new home when we left - the next tenants would have taken it on - the Amah we had then wouldn't hear of that, so she took it home with her instead, as she & the cat had become really attached to each other.
My two are doing their best to help rid the garden of rabbits these days. Not a total success of course, since the rabbits are in the garden 24/7 and the dogs aren't! Have had to deal with two dead baby bunnies (trophies?) these past two days. Not too bad if I find them outside, but not so good when they've brought them indoors..... luckily they just seem to despatch them and then "show off" a bit - at least it's not too much of a mess to clear up because they don't fight over the corpses, so no gory bits to deal with, just some fluff.
Hello Charley and Orchid Lady, I had thought of seeing about the older dog then next door mentioned she could be back in full time work, I looked after Sonny when she was working and would do so again the best of both worlds, a companion during the day and then he goes home.
That was what I tried to tell Julie, dogs are animals with animal instincts, they chase rabbits and cats, protect their owners with barks and growls and will snap if they feel unsure, she thinks it her baby totally besotted and upset when I say sit and he does. They need to know their place in the pack and he has no doubt about this pack, he sits. It is usually not the dogs who need training it is the owners, we were brought up with animals and it comes naturally, this is Julie's first dog, I am sure she would dress it up if she could, he is confidant and relaxed with me, slobbers all over her so I have a good idea where she comes in the pecking order.
Took Birthday cards for my Grandson yesterday, car on drive with boot open, keys hanging in door, Max shoved door open with his nose and bounded out "Err" slowly, the big welcome then he walked to my car and sat. "No max I cannot take you with me" wag of tail and that look, that is what you think? The birthday is today he will be a teenager though I knew seeing him today would be impossible, Go-carting from school then his pals round for a late tea and the X-box, what a busy life they lead.
The young ones! Nine o clock the door opens and in rushes Sonny ears up tail going grin on his face then he scoured the house and garden, OK said the look on his face what have you done with Max. He settled down and sits on the back of my chair looking out, you get a little woof as people pass, Next minute his face will be pressed next to mine and he is off on one of his cat-naps, he seems to need contact to sleep. His owner will get him around one, she knows he is safe and happy with me, right now he is on the best chair in the conservatory soaking up the sunshine and why not.
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Any chance of a photo? Sounds just wonderful. Perhaps a trip to the RSPCA to give a homeless doggy a taste of your fab home? Sounds like you would be a pretty special owner and it'd be one very lucky and grateful woof woof!
Tootles, there is a place five miles from me and I have sat outside at least three times and driven on, Knowing you would walk away with them all big and small is not a way to choose. Had dogs most of my life, baby sit for two Daughters both old dogs and the young lad next door, that could be on a regular basis as the girl next door has been offered work.
Thing is I get around laptops and other magic machines Ok but never managed the photo bit guess age has something to do with it. Max left with the pickings of the chicken for his tea and a grin on his face.
Frank.
Frank, I've never managed a photo yet either! What's my excuse?! Have a good time with your pal
Frank, I know you are a talented poet, but it doesn't stop there......there is poetry in your every post.
Rudyard Kipling, William Wordsworth, Keats.....okay I suppose, but could they dance?
You hit the nail on the head Verdun, an exact description though he is thirteen now and needs pills and potions, well so do I he gets the sympathy vote off me. He grew up with many visits to us and the garden, loved the long walks through woods over fields along streams of which we have many made many friends including my Westy most now gone including Benji. Taking on another dog needs you to be very fit when they are young so an older dog would be the one, at the moment hands are full dog sitting mainly next door. She has him daft I have him under control and it drives her nuts, "why does he not do that for me" that one low growl of command dogs understand. Experience, we were brought up to know they were animals and not a substitute for a baby.
David, you are getting me worried, you did mention my favourite Poets and in the right order too. Music is sensory poetry and dancing the interpretation of that sensory poetry or so I was told by many good dancers who took a whip of a lad on the floor and introduced him to a life time of enjoyment, "err" apart from the dancing on tables bit when well stocked up on Stella. I would say they could probably dance!
Frank.
I love reading your posts Frank. I grew up with dogs, we were never without one but my OH didn't, he had never had one and made every excuse not to have one......couldn't see the point. So, I waited 15 years and didn't 'nag', just waited for my moment......working from home more, bigger house, bigger garden, no little children to look after = no excuses
So we rescued Ollie from Beagle Welfare. From the moment he arrived at our house my OH was smitten, he is such a daddy's boy it is unbelievable, in fact I strongly suspect he is curled up on the new leather sofa that he isn't allowed on as I write, seen as I am away. A year or so after we rescued Daisy, she is my baby girl and so soft, I can't believe we are her 4th home and that 3 family's before us didn't want her. Now my OH can't understand why we never had a dog sooner.
Frank, just a thought, there are older dogs that need rehoming for one reason and another that don't need the exercise of a younger dog but still make good companions....just a thought
William Blake - songs of innocence and songs of experience, I love them
Studied them for A level (or was it GCSE??) it seems so long ago now but I still have my book with all my notes written in.
Hi Frank - Orchid Lady beat me to it, in that I wondered whether you'd consider contacting one of the breed rescue societies. I bet there's one for Westies, and they'd probably be only too pleased to hear from someone who'd be happy to re-home an older dog.
I can't imagine life without dogs - since the age of 5 I've never been without one (or two) apart from a brief time when we were living in the Fasr East, and even then we had a cat. It "belonged" to the house we rented then, so although we didn't have to find it a new home when we left - the next tenants would have taken it on - the Amah we had then wouldn't hear of that, so she took it home with her instead, as she & the cat had become really attached to each other.
My two are doing their best to help rid the garden of rabbits these days. Not a total success of course, since the rabbits are in the garden 24/7 and the dogs aren't! Have had to deal with two dead baby bunnies (trophies?) these past two days. Not too bad if I find them outside, but not so good when they've brought them indoors..... luckily they just seem to despatch them and then "show off" a bit - at least it's not too much of a mess to clear up because they don't fight over the corpses, so no gory bits to deal with, just some fluff.
Hello Charley and Orchid Lady, I had thought of seeing about the older dog then next door mentioned she could be back in full time work, I looked after Sonny when she was working and would do so again the best of both worlds, a companion during the day and then he goes home.
That was what I tried to tell Julie, dogs are animals with animal instincts, they chase rabbits and cats, protect their owners with barks and growls and will snap if they feel unsure, she thinks it her baby totally besotted and upset when I say sit and he does. They need to know their place in the pack and he has no doubt about this pack, he sits. It is usually not the dogs who need training it is the owners, we were brought up with animals and it comes naturally, this is Julie's first dog, I am sure she would dress it up if she could, he is confidant and relaxed with me, slobbers all over her so I have a good idea where she comes in the pecking order.
Nice to hear from you Charlie, Frank.
Took Birthday cards for my Grandson yesterday, car on drive with boot open, keys hanging in door, Max shoved door open with his nose and bounded out "Err" slowly, the big welcome then he walked to my car and sat. "No max I cannot take you with me" wag of tail and that look, that is what you think? The birthday is today he will be a teenager though I knew seeing him today would be impossible, Go-carting from school then his pals round for a late tea and the X-box, what a busy life they lead.
The young ones! Nine o clock the door opens and in rushes Sonny ears up tail going grin on his face then he scoured the house and garden, OK said the look on his face what have you done with Max. He settled down and sits on the back of my chair looking out, you get a little woof as people pass, Next minute his face will be pressed next to mine and he is off on one of his cat-naps, he seems to need contact to sleep. His owner will get him around one, she knows he is safe and happy with me, right now he is on the best chair in the conservatory soaking up the sunshine and why not.
Frank.