Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


A wonderful Sunday last, when I proposed to worm the puppies and settle to the Wimbledon men`s final.

Alas, the puppies decided to have a violent and messy reaction to the wormer which I had used twice before on them with no ill effects.....

So in fact I spent the afternoon coping with 3 little people letting fly at both ends, and between bouts insisting on sitting on my knee, because they felt so awful and needed a cuddle.

Meanwhile Andy, who possibly also needed a cuddle, lost.

All in all a very rewarding experience....and incidentally no worms.

(That`s the puppies of course - not Andy).
Cupcake is just gorgeous Elizabeth. Are you keeping them all? The litter are stunning
I can`t keep them all - but I`m not sure which one to keep at this age. Wait and see.

Always a worry finding good homes for them.

And Bailey`s brother Max, through no fault of his own, is now looking for a home as well
I would love to offer my home for consideration. I expect that California is a little too far away.
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