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Category Archives: Dogs
Free as a bird
All, I have to say, is not right with the world. At least in terms of weather. Granted, it tends to behave beautifully when I really need it to…it is obligingly suited to purpose most of the time. Even … Continue reading
Posted in Dogs, England, Landscape, Life, Love and Laughter, Photography, Spirituality, The Silent Eye
Tagged being, Dogs, fear, Photography, relationships, spirituality, The Silent Eye
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Weland Mind-Weld…
14th September 2021… * ‘On such a day as this two fools who laughed at death embarked upon the adventure of a lifetime…’ * …Today, the adventure is all but over with just a sealing of fire and water, inevitably, … Continue reading
Posted in adventure, albion, Ancestors, Ancient sites, Art, biography, Books, Dogs, Events, Friendship, Heart of Albion, Landscape, Memories, Poetry, Relationships, Sacred sites, Stuart France and Sue Vincent
Tagged Life, love, magic, Photography, psychology, story, writing
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Night Nurse…
Sniff, snuffle, wake up… open eyes…. yawn, stretch…. still dark… go back to sleep… ‘Ello, though… the two legs is moving… and she’s not s’pposed to! At least, not on her own… Where do you think you are going? Alert! … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Dogs, france and vincent, Friendship
Tagged care, dog, guardian, love, nursemaid
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A family of dogs
First posted on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, 2018 There have not always been dogs in my life, but there have always been dogs in my heart. All of them, except the setters, who were family and Echo, who was a … Continue reading
Posted in Ancestors, ancient mound, Dogs
Tagged abandoned dogs, Animals, childhood, Dogs, love, pets, rescue dogs
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The Small Dog on Old Dogs…
It is getting harder and harder to get up off the floor these days… for both of us. I struggle a bit, but can still manage. If she goes down, she stays down until the cavalry come to rescue her. … Continue reading
The Small Dog on Writing…
It seems I’m in the doghouse once again before I knew it, And this time it is so unfair because… I didn’t do it! It’s not my fault if people like my poems more than her stuff… And leave me … Continue reading
Posted in Dogs, Humour, Poetry
Tagged being cute, bestseller, book sales, Books, doggerel, humans and dogs, Verse
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Brunch with the Small Dog
Me and the dog had a sandwich for brunch (Well, for me it was breakfast, for her it was lunch.) She follows me into the kitchen like glue Just in case I might rustle up something to chew. You don’t … Continue reading
The Small Dog gets Snow…
The snow came down, fell thick and white As far as I could see… She opened up the garden door So it could fall on me. I love the white stuff from the sky Though it is cold for paws… … Continue reading
The Small Dog in Distress
Now, let us be very clear about this. I was tortured. I am not blaming the lovely young two-legs in the van… she was kind, compassionate, professional and exactly what you want in those horrendous circumstances. But my two-legs? The … Continue reading
The Small Dog on the Common Cold (or why there are sausage rolls under the sofa cushions…)
She’s got a really rotten cold And isn’t feeling well, She’s curled up on the sofa And she looks as rough as hell. The good thing is it’s ‘feed a cold’ As far as I can tell, Which means, of … Continue reading