Our dog, Jack, is around 13 years old which means he’s getting on a bit. The trouble is, he doesn’t know it, despite his eyesight not being quite what it was.
It was such a lovely day yesterday that Mrs P took him out for a walk, from Broadbottom up to Coombes Edge where you get an impressive 360° views across the Cheshire and Derbyshire landscape. Read more ›››
This is one of the photos I took of our dog Jack to send to our daughter in South Africa to remind her to feel homesick every now and then!
And ourselves that it is 17 days and counting till we join her in Cape Town. We can’t wait to see her or the fabulous country she describes. Read more ›››
I’ve never quite worked out whether we chose Jack or he chose us. We first met at the Manchester Dogs’ Home in Harpurhey in 2001 on a family outing to find a companion for Bingo, our other stray.
There were quite a few candidates for our canine affections, but they all looked depressed and — there’s no other word for it — hangdog. But Jack stood four-square in his pen and looked us right in the eye as if to say, “And…?” Read more ›››