HA! I've been wanting to revive this blog, so rather than start another, I'm going to continue it... if you want to see pictures of my hairy wonders (now THAT doesn't quite read like it sounded in my head), then follow this blog... there'll be other things too.
I realise (as does anyone who has had the misfortune to have anything to do with me recently) that I've "become" a dog bore. I always was one and having dogs of my own will obviously make it worse, but it's not a new thing. It's a latent condition that's always been there, just waiting to surface.
And now it has. What I have not been is a dog trainer (I say this as the little black one, who may become Magda, Maureen or Uncle Janet) is sniffing my elbow like it was made of sausage. I'm starting and bloody hell, it's harder than just fussing them and petting them all the time. I know it'll work out, though.
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