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: Biggie
“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 !”
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