This is my Tigger again (right) 11 years ago with my previous dog, Cassie. When I got Tigger as a puppy Cassie thought he was her baby and started producing milk! Cassie died aged 16yrs 9 mths. I think Tigger still misses her, he got quite clingy afterwards.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
They're all gorgeous and clearly much loved. I do hope Tigger keeps well.
Our Rasta didn't take to mothering Bonzo. She's great with pups but clearly thought he was big enough to need showing who was boss so now it's really funny watching him see what he can get away with and how he entices her to play. They are the best of pals. Different approaches to gardening though. He keeps as close as possile which often involves lying on treasures I have just weeded or planted or freed from last season's growth while she does a thorough terrier check of all possible rodent and mole holes and gets gloriously filthy.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
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Both dogs and cats do miss their companions. My last cat Oliver started to fade away when my then dog died. As Oliver was an extremely old cat I just assumed a natural progression. I came home a few weeks later with a golden retriever I had acquired on a walk (I rarely go looking for another when I lose one). Oliver was sitting quietly on my desk and I made the new dog lie down not to alarm the cat who sat there staring steadfastly at the dog. After about 10 minutes Oliver clambered down off the desk, marched as well as he could straight to the dog and proceeded to wash it's rather alarmed face. Oliver was 18 then and lived a further three years, wobbly but definitely a lot happier than he had been for those few weeks. He had been brought up with as many as 7 or 8 dogs from a tiny badly in need of rescuing kitten so I suppose it seemed a big hole when there were none.
Lulu is my husband's dog, and she is so clever. Here she is watching while we clean chickens for a Show. We wash their faces, legs and feet, and then use baby oil to bring up the colour and make them shine.
Lulu is brilliant at herding recalcitrant chickens, and if one escapes from its pen she will follow it quietly round and round the large paddock until it gives up in despair, and makes its way home again. She will tell my husband if one is hiding up in the trees, and will hunt for and find a missing one if the final count is short at night. Like Dorset's Megan, she saves my husband lots of time and frustration. She is his constant companion, and you would almost say she can read his mind, the way she reacts.
Cowslip, it took me four tries and about 10 minutes to post that photo. I kept getting the 'oops' message, so eventually I cropped the photo a bit and re-submitted. If at first you don't succeed . . . .
Cowslip, click on the teeny tiny box with a tree in it, second to last on the right. You only see it when you open a box to submit a reply. Then press select and it should be self explanatory after that. Good luck! Hope you manage to post a photo of your pooch.
Scout would not be of assistance at all with your chucks, 1of7. My daughter's chickens terrify him just glaring through the fence when he goes near to pick up his ball. The moggie I look after at a friend's place sometime also has him firmly under his paw. Portly Dollop has been known to wake up from a doze, stalk across a large living room to where Scout is peacefully minding his own business and bop him one. Mind you, PD never has his claws out, he's just asserting his authority so Scout doesn't forget who's boss. I have never had to intervene
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This is my Tigger again (right) 11 years ago with my previous dog, Cassie. When I got Tigger as a puppy Cassie thought he was her baby and started producing milk! Cassie died aged 16yrs 9 mths. I think Tigger still misses her, he got quite clingy afterwards.
They're all gorgeous and clearly much loved. I do hope Tigger keeps well.
Our Rasta didn't take to mothering Bonzo. She's great with pups but clearly thought he was big enough to need showing who was boss so now it's really funny watching him see what he can get away with and how he entices her to play. They are the best of pals. Different approaches to gardening though. He keeps as close as possile which often involves lying on treasures I have just weeded or planted or freed from last season's growth while she does a thorough terrier check of all possible rodent and mole holes and gets gloriously filthy.
Both dogs and cats do miss their companions. My last cat Oliver started to fade away when my then dog died. As Oliver was an extremely old cat I just assumed a natural progression. I came home a few weeks later with a golden retriever I had acquired on a walk (I rarely go looking for another when I lose one). Oliver was sitting quietly on my desk and I made the new dog lie down not to alarm the cat who sat there staring steadfastly at the dog. After about 10 minutes Oliver clambered down off the desk, marched as well as he could straight to the dog and proceeded to wash it's rather alarmed face. Oliver was 18 then and lived a further three years, wobbly but definitely a lot happier than he had been for those few weeks. He had been brought up with as many as 7 or 8 dogs from a tiny badly in need of rescuing kitten so I suppose it seemed a big hole when there were none.
What a lovely touching post Dorset. Oliver must have had a fantastic life.
Love that story, Dorset. Such a pleasure for both you and Oliver.
Lulu is my husband's dog, and she is so clever. Here she is watching while we clean chickens for a Show. We wash their faces, legs and feet, and then use baby oil to bring up the colour and make them shine.
Lulu is brilliant at herding recalcitrant chickens, and if one escapes from its pen she will follow it quietly round and round the large paddock until it gives up in despair, and makes its way home again. She will tell my husband if one is hiding up in the trees, and will hunt for and find a missing one if the final count is short at night. Like Dorset's Megan, she saves my husband lots of time and frustration. She is his constant companion, and you would almost say she can read his mind, the way she reacts.
Lovely dogs, Blessed if I know how to submit photos. I know how to drag and drop, but that method doesn't seem to work. Oh dear!
Cowslip, it took me four tries and about 10 minutes to post that photo. I kept getting the 'oops' message, so eventually I cropped the photo a bit and re-submitted. If at first you don't succeed . . . .
Cowslip, click on the teeny tiny box with a tree in it, second to last on the right. You only see it when you open a box to submit a reply. Then press select and it should be self explanatory after that. Good luck! Hope you manage to post a photo of your pooch.
Scout would not be of assistance at all with your chucks, 1of7. My daughter's chickens terrify him just glaring through the fence when he goes near to pick up his ball. The moggie I look after at a friend's place sometime also has him firmly under his paw. Portly Dollop has been known to wake up from a doze, stalk across a large living room to where Scout is peacefully minding his own business and bop him one. Mind you, PD never has his claws out, he's just asserting his authority so Scout doesn't forget who's boss. I have never had to intervene