After a month or so hiatus, yours truly is once again sampling the ambrosia borne from living a campervan life. My beau Sarah and me, along with her adorable dog Zella currently ‘moored’ on a site in Knaresborough, North Yorkshire. Upon arriving at our domain for the next two days, the Ossett lass and I…
Tag: dogs life
A Surprising Upside
It’s the bane of any dog owners life, but like it or not is a task they’ve to grin and bear on a daily basis… Well, it is the down side for the one’s who have the decency to pick up after their canine. Gathering up a pooches poop won’t sit within even the most…
His Bite’s Worse Than His Bark!
At around midday yesterday yours truly walked a tentative, yet still curious, canine into an Ossett dog grooming salon. Bereft of his coat trimming for several weeks, along with being visually hampered by unkempt facial hair, he looked like a neglected waif and stray. Incidentally, the neglected waif and stray was the dog, not me….
See Ya’ Later, Alligator
Lain a few feet from me on the lounge floor is one of Coco’s soft dog toys which, gauging by the girth of the snout, I’m guessing is an alligator, not a crocodile. I suppose, checking the underbelly label of this item maybe able to confirm this assumption, but I’m not bored or intrigued enough…
The Conspiratorial Canine
It’s 10.04 am on Sunday 7th March as GJ Strachan commences this potboiler. Coco has been walked, breakfast has been devoured, washing up completed, and now I’m perched close to a roaring gas fire with my trusty laptop. In the distance a background soundscape of classic 1970s/80s refrains plays courtesy of Magic radio. Coco is…
It’s No Coco Chanel
Yesterday afternoon, while perambulating the perimeter of East Ardsley reservoir with Coco the lab, I passed a young couple (late 20s/early 30s) when something occurred to me. During this ephemeral moment, upon receiving a waft of the ladies perfume, it struck me I’ve not worn aftershave for over a year. Twelve months of prolonged isolation…
Put The Telly On, Gazza
Walking Coco along the village’s Main Street yesterday morning, yours truly witnessed a parked car outside of the local school which, from the way it’d mounted the pavement, I assumed was pulled over by a parent who was up against time. As my lab/retriever sniffed inquisitively at an adjacent garden wall, seeing this vehicle, with…
Talking The Talk
The remaining time as dog sitter to my labrador chum Coco is diminishing; her mum Samantha this evening venturing east across the Pennine Hills to retrieve the flaxen coated retriever. The four legged enchantress, who stole my heart (along with a fair proportion of my meals), returning to Lancashire to once again mix with canine…
Wake Me Up When Dinner’s Ready
Day three of dog sitting Coco the lab/retriever. The sandy coloured enchanter who melts my heart and, through her penchant for fleecing me out of half my meal, is contributing towards the loss of the 9lb in weight I’ve gained during coronavirus lockdown…… I guess dog’s aren’t labelled as mans best friend for nothing. As…