Dogs Are NOT Costume Jewellery!

I had to go to the pet shop today, to pick up a new calendar and some treats for Lani. I was on a mission, so I didn’t pay any attention to who or what else was in the shop when I walked in, I just went straight to the carousel behind the door and picked up “Siberian Huskies 2013” and a box of milk bones from the shelf behind it.

When I turned around, I saw a BEAUTIFUL Sibe pup. I estimated 7 months old, because she looked exactly the same size and shape that Kye was when I got her – all legs and ears.

I asked the owner (a young woman, very beautiful and perfectly put together, maybe mid-twenties) if I could greet her dog and, after being given permission, I crouched on the floor and gave the puppy some fussin’. I told the woman that I have “one of these” at home and, after a few seconds, she asked me, “Do you mind if I ask, what kind of lead do you have?”. I told her about Lani’s harness and explained why it’s better for her to have that, instead of a collar or chain and lead. The reply:

“But she pulls so much!”

I stood up and had to put quite a lot of effort into not blowing my sodding stack. I told the woman, “That’s what she was born to do! You should get a harness because if she wants to pull she won’t be choking herself to death while she’s doing it and, if she’s too strong for you, you should go to the gym.”

What I WANTED to do was grab the woman by her faux fur lapels and scream in her face:

“If you put as much effort into choosing the dog that’s RIGHT for you as you have into your perfectly applied lip liner and eyebrow pencil, you wouldn’t be in the situation you BOTH now are in!”


If you buy a dog as a FASHION ACCESSORY, a) SHAME ON YOU and b) you don’t deserve the UNCONDITIONAL LOVE that that animal will shower you with for the rest of its life – or at least until you leave the poor thing tied to a rubbish bin, YOU INTOLERABLE ARSEHOLE!

Thanks for reading x

Our Vacuuming Ritual

Open hall cupboard.

Lani and I look at each other.

I pull out the vacuum cleaner and say; “Don’t worry, darling, it’s just Henry. We’ll let him have a look around and then we’ll put him away again.”

Lani, still looking up at me, cracks a dolphin smile and then goes to lie down on her chair for the duration.


Okay, Twitter, a quick, cute story then back to work. I was walking home from the store just now and an old man was walking towards me in the opposite direction. He was barrelling along and weaving about a bit with his head down so, when he realised I was in front of him, we both did that thing where you change your mind about which side of someone you’re going to pass on.

I laughed and said “Sorry!” and he looked at me with a huge, cracking smile, eyes as bright as buttons and said; “It’s been 25 years since I danced with a beautiful woman. I feel like I just have again. Thank you”.

Smile at someone, you might make their day :o)