Several years ago our friend and her dog died in her car when it was pulled into the river in a flood. The shock of that kind of event is unbelievable. It’s always something that happens to someone else – never to anyone YOU know. Continue reading
The Furlong dog is called Bobby. He’s an old chap – just turned 12 this April. As far as we know he only has one best friend. His friend is the Furlong daughter’s dog. They spend happy hours together in perfect peace and harmony. Continue reading
Here is a photo I don’t think you’ve ever seen before. I haven’t.
It made me sad. Continue reading
I walked up to the hospital for an eye test.
Half way there, I came upon a gaggle of little ducklings with their mommy, waddling down the pavement. Oh what a sight! The road there was frightfully busy with trucks and cars roaring past. Did I worry for the safety of the itti pretty duckies and their Mom? Continue reading
This Furlong does this a lot – she’s an EXPERT!
How to wreck your day – any day Continue reading
In this new place we have moved to, a town, not a village – a biggish town – I have had my first bit of real unpleasantness since we moved to the UK almost 20 years ago.
I feel emotionally bruised – I don’t do verbal abuse, and usually, in any situation, some agreement can be reached. Continue reading
The neighbour over the road from our new residence, has offered on numerous occasions to take the Furlong dog along with her two lady dogs, on walks.
That is very kind.
But we know our dog. The Furlong dog has two dog friends. That’s all. He doesn’t care much for “friends”, unless they are human. Our dog is NOT friendly. Continue reading