When border collie puppies are first born, they’re just like little grubs. This picture is of a one day old sheepdog puppy Harmless, aren’t they? Don’t you believe it. Before you know it these sweet little grubs are big as chihuahuas – and they don’t seem to be able to take “no” for an answer. I… Continue reading Oh – NO ! (Puppies again)!
Did you know our little chihuahua Alfie has his own blog? Just recently, Alfie’s lost his tiny little chihuahua bed because the great big border collie Glen has taken it over! For a great pic of Glen curled up in Alfie’s little bed, visit Alfie’s Blog.
Never let it be said that I’d overlook a fellow dog in need (to be honest, at my height it’s not easy to overlook anything). Towards the end of that cold, wet, snowy fortnight the old stager, Glen began to suffer more than usual from the arthritis in his shoulder. He’s normally quite a buoyant… Continue reading A dog in need . . .
No I don’t mean the picture – that was taken in April 2007 when I first arrived here. When you’re so much smaller than the other dogs (there are about 15 border collies, a great dane and a deerhound x lurcher to contend with) you have to assert your authority right from the word go.… Continue reading I’m in trouble again . . .
I thought you’d like to see this picture of Chester and me in the snow today – and not a dog coat in sight! We both love a good run in the snow (as long as it’s not too deep). The cold doesn’t really affect us – unless it’s cold and wet. That really makes… Continue reading Who said Chihuahuas aren’t tough?
I can’t believe it, but I’m getting complaints. I’m accused of elitism. It’s not elitism, it’s called noblesse oblige – we Chihuahuas have responsibilities. Chihuahuas are born to be adored leaders, firm but fair (ish). Collies, Kelpies, Huntaways and Corgis, for example, are born to work with sheep and cattle; Labradors collect shot birds (ugh)… Continue reading Elitist? . . Me?
Mog may only be very young, compared to some of the sheepdogs, but she’s already started work (well, nursery) and Andy’s extremely proud of her. She can’t do much at the moment, but that’s not because she doesn’t want to – far from it. I can’t tell you how many playtimes Mog’s spoiled by slinking… Continue reading Sheepdog in the making.
While I write this, Chester is sitting on the window ledge, watching the dogs in the yard and shouting out encouragement or disapproval as the occasion demands. Mainly disapproval. I know I said we’d have puppies in January, but it doesn’t mean there aren’t puppies here now. The current banes of my life are a… Continue reading It’s not that I mind puppies . . .