Animal Adventures  sounds like it might be something grand, exotic, or exciting. I guess that depends on your definition of all those words. To me, even at 60 something still being able to share my life with amazing creatures is a joy and a constant amazement.Be it the feral cat we took on, who is feral no more; or the fen ferret, found covered in blood sucking ticks, who went on to survive for years and be a much loved character(still sadly missed)  or the horses and dogs who share our lives day in and day out- it is all a gift. Like many a small child I dreamt of, drew, wrote about and pretended to have animals; asked for a cottage in the country and a paddock and a pony on my Christmas list from the time I could write, and day dreamed my way through many a car journey imagining my trusted steed- (either pure white, or jet black) was racing along beside me.

This blog is my place to capture those memories, (those that are left!). It is really for me, but  I  hope that it is also worthy of your attention, and that it prompts your own  memories, stories, and dreams from years gone by. And indeed from now, here , right in this precious moment that we still share with the animals we love.

I think that  Blaze and Scarlett are here going- what is she doing down there? what is she talking about now? She does rattle on!   20170604_112843

Being Cassies Human

Being Cassie’s Human was a pretty special honour.
The  thing was it had certain kinds of responsibilities, but there were plenty of rewards too.
 The responsibilities mostly centred around food (plenty of it, and often) and exercise (same deal),playtime ( yep same deal) – plus a lap to lay on (this time only as and when required) and lots of love (always,and not just from us who were her humans, but everyone).

See Cassie did not really think that she was a dog. She felt more in common with people, preferred their company, and felt more confident with people than dogs.  She learned to tolerate the other dogs we made her live with , but if she was out and about then people definately were head of the queue.

Cassie’s work was to help people who  lacked confidence and had some life challenges to feel good about themselves, pretty easy for a dog who loved everyone.

Wherever we went there was someone to love. She loved us, her special humans,sure. But she had more love to give than we could take- we were already overflowing. So she liked to share it, and as her humans, we liked her to share it too.

Her favourite was teenagers.Especially if they were wearing hoodies and trying to look tough and notcaringaboutanything.

She also liked anyone who was scared of dogs and was always on a quest to help them feel better and not be scared. Several families now have dogs of their own thanks to Cassie.

At our K9 Community Cafe she was the meet and greet committee – trotting up to everyone as they came in to say hi- her bright eyes gleaming, her bushy tail waving.

She would roll onto her back to say lets do the tummy rub thing  to break down any barriers,or shyness they may have been feeling.

Once off lead she purposefully trotted up  a garden path into someone’s kitchen to say hello – turns out she knew the elderly lady was missing her own dogs and needed a canine cuddle.

So being Cassies human opened doors,both literally and figuratively.

She opened doors to peoples homes for sure – but mostly she opened doors to peoples hearts. Once that door was open then us humble humans could stumble on in and do what we were there for.

Since she has been gone I do try to keep on with her work- its hard without her and I have to imagine her trotting along beside me ,tail waving, happy and proud to greet the day and all the people and opportunities held gently within it.

Truth is those doors do not open so easily without her, but I owe it to her to keep going. With  a spring in my step,a wag in my tail and a forever open  heart. 13925438_916408318471383_7685602230775972966_o




new year new blog

Well I keep meaning to write my “blog”- what a strange word that is! originally it was going to be about my dogs, now maybe it needs to include horse tales as well. These short winter days  and long nights increase the desire to be creative,somehow, somewhere. I’m  not so good at much else but words. And the occasional photograph. Even then I need some focus  and motivation. This post is linked to my K9 Project website,so maybe will be much about that.
Today I have been thinking a lot about the skills needed to work creatively with young people and dogs, or maybe any animals.  I guess I could write about patience, appropriate training, understanding of the human psyche, life experience. But this week so  far it has mostly been about
  • listening to Stevie Wonders “Superstition” for 1 hour 16 and half minutes on constant repeat
  • discussing “anime” in great detail and  being interested, when you are not.
  • checking out “anime” online so you can join in aforementioned conversation with some insight ( don’t bother- you certainly do not need to know!)
  • trying not to loose patience with the 4 different organisations who have not bothered  to pay me for a wide variety of reasons.

So i guess yes patience certainly figures in there for sure. Dogs .Dogs help with that too. Heres Izzy enjoying the autumn

Certainly  a bit cold for swimming now. Roll on Spring.