Today is the five year anniversary of me meeting Guide Dog Biggie. Or Ajay, as he was known then. For that was his actual name … but over the years that I had him he kinda morphed into being called Biggie full time. Because he was Big. And it seemed to suit him. We met… Continue reading Five Years
Category: Dogs
Butter Wouldn’t Melt …
Indy-dog may look like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, standing on a rough tarmac path next to the scrubby dunes at the beach last week. In his white and neon yellow guide dog harness. Looking handsome and sweet, and gazing adoringly at us through the camera lens with gentle golden brown eyes and a… Continue reading Butter Wouldn’t Melt …
“Hi !”
Often I will try to take group shots of our dogs in a park, or some other area where they are free running. When I had both Stella and Biggie, and husband had Jackson, it was very common for a photo to completely fail – for them all to be not looking in the same… Continue reading “Hi !”
One Man and His Dog
Guide dog Indy has grown up a lot this last month since Biggie passed away. As me going anywhere but very local requires either fully sighted support, or following behind husband and Indy, the little ginger nut has taken to keeping a very close eye on me when we’re out. Here he is, sitting between… Continue reading One Man and His Dog
Indy
The Little Ginger Nut, aka fox red labrador Indy. Slightly built, mad as a box of frogs, and totally adorable – he’s my husband’s current guide dog. Here he is in a rare still moment, laying on the grass in our garden with a toy between his long front legs, gazing up at the sky.… Continue reading Indy
Stella
This silky black shiny lady dog sitting in dappled sunlight, amongst an amazing carpet of gold toned autumn leaves, is Stella. She was a flat coated retriever cross goldie. My first guide dog, she worked with me for six or so years, before deciding she wanted to retire aged eight and a half. She bossed… Continue reading Stella
Being Watched
Biggie would often keep an eye on me if I were in the garden. Here he is staring at me over a bright patch of out of focus leaves, one summer evening. His lovely pale yellow face is backlit by the sun.
Sandy Dogs
Most dogs love the beach, and ours have been no exception. Here are Biggie on the left – ears flapping in the wind, body gritty and damp from rolling in the wet sand. And retired guide dog Jackson on the right – barely keeping still and fairly vibrating with nervous energy that wants to zoom… Continue reading Sandy Dogs
The Big Dog
Biggie, his pale yellow fur slightly mucky and damp, sitting in his neon yellow and white guide dog harness on a tarmac lane. The lane stretches away between two autumn leaf strewn high banks. We walked down this lane in all kinds of weather over the four and half years we were together. Rain both… Continue reading The Big Dog