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I probably won’t ever get to see my Lassie again, so I’m converting my favourite picture of her:

 

 

into artwork...

 

He looks like butter wouldn’t melt. This is little Brynn after my fairly unsuccessful attempt to wear him out by walking him for a couple of hours. When we started the day he already had poo on his hind quarters and he managed to find and roll in fox poo when I wasn’t looking. It’s impossible to be mad at him though.

He was as affectionate as ever, particularly when I got the gravy bones out. I got a hug and a cuddle but I’m really glad I didn’t get a French kiss because if you look at this photo you can actually see the fox pooh on his cheek. Yuk! And boy did he smell bad again. Vintage “Eau de Brynn”.

I also spent a bit of time with a new arrival at Wiccaweys. This next photo is Tipper, who looks a bit like Martha Jones. Quite the gentleman, very affectionate and put Brynn in his place firmly but fairly when the youngster tried to nip in and steal a gravy bone.

Three weeks in and I’m still enjoying my time volunteering at Wiccaweys HQ on Sundays. If man’s inhumanity to man wasn’t bad enough sometimes, his inhumanity to these wonderful creatures beggars belief.

I'm installing Windows 7 and I feel like such a daredevil, as typically I'd wait until SP1 with an operating system. That said I have found Vista to be clunky, so I'm hoping the pre-publicity that this is a much smoother OS is right. Too late to back out now though!

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This cheeky chappy is Brynn, one of three border collies I took for a walk today as a volunteer dog walker at the Wiccaweys border collie rescue centre.

Right now every muscle in my body aches from about 5 hours of non stop walking. My clothes are covered in mud and dog poop. But these dogs are magical creatures. When Brynn and I stopped about half way into his second walk I sat down on the grass and I swear to you that dog gave me a hug, a cuddle and in true collie style a wet kiss.

I also met Martha Jones, a bit of an old relic like myself. We thoroughly enjoyed more what you'd call a stroll than a walk. I could tell Martha was enjoying it when half way round her walk she prestented her belly to me for a good rub.

Charlie was the third dog I met. Far too much energy for me, but what a playful character.

What an awesome day!

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