Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas…


But Ed isn’t impressed. Every year he watches us put up the Christmas tree with abject horror. I suppose most dogs are creatures of habit and routine, and Ed is no exception. I’m pretty certain he thinks our home is his kennel, basically, and he prefers things left as they should be- he certainly doesn’t appreciate his owners suddenly erecting a tree blocking his view through the window. Well, what’s a dog to do other than sulk? Ed can sulk like a champion, especially when his Christmas telly is ruined.

Ah, well a bit of explanation is in order about Ed and the window. He is obsessed with it- I don’t know, maybe its a Terrier thing, because he seems to be all territorial with everything beyond the window. We’re lucky, we have a field outside our front window, so that we overlook a central green of fields and pathways, which affords a really nice view of the seasons changing and people walking their dogs to and fro – naturally Ed knows most of them from encounters on our walks, he gets along famously with some, gets along less so with others. The ones he doesn’t get along with so well… well, Ed treats the fields as his own private space, naturally, and tells any miscreants off with passionate wild barks. Boy, Westies can bark (after two King Charles Cavaliers, its something of a culture shock).

We’ve taken to calling the window Ed’s television: we open the blinds in the morning and tell Ed his breakfast telly show is on, and he leaps up onto the sofa and surveys his territory eagerly… and if he goes too wild barking at some nuisance collie or huskie (two breeds he has a particular disgust at) we threaten him that we’ll switch his telly off and close the blinds. “Thats it! Telly’s off!” we’ll declare, shutting the blinds. Very often when I pop downstairs from working in the backroom and I see Ed still sitting in his usual attentive position looking out the window, I ask him if its just another repeat show (dog-walkers are creatures of habit too, and very often you could set your clock by them walking first one way, then back twenty minutes later) and late in the evening I’ll tell him its time for closedown as I close the blinds for the night. I don’t know. Maybe we’re going a little bit crazy.

Alas, we’ve gone and put up our Christmas tree today, blocking most of Ed’s usual television screen. Hence the sulk. Hopefully he doesn’t pull it down overnight…


Eddie welcomes 2017

p1050259-2Heres a photo of our puppy, Eddie, looking rather subdued on New Years Eve, evidently miffed that he’s not getting enough treats. He’s certainly looking less the cute polar bear and more the Westie these days. He’s just over three months old now.

Now we’ve had him for awhile, we’re getting to know his character and he’s a great little guy- he’s pretty much everything we could have wished for, attentive, playful and well-behaved. He’s enjoying his first walks outside and getting to know the other dog-walkers and their dogs. Its been nice meeting  those we haven’t seen for awhile, although sadly, even though it’s been six months since we lost poor Ben, we are still meeting some people who hadn’t heard what happened. So we have to go through it all again, which brings it all rushing back.

The worse thing was going to my phone to send some messages at New Year and seeing an old sent message from Jan 31st 2015 that had.a photo of Ben on it. Seeing a picture of him unexpectedly like that was – it was like the last six months hadn’t happened and I was thrown back to late June when we lost him; at moments like that it’s as if it all happened only yesterday.

Its only at such moments that we can really appreciate how much of a boon having Eddie is. Claire and I still talk about Ben all the time (as we do our dog previous to Ben, Barney, really), but having Eddie around and keeping us busy is a welcome distraction and easing the painful reminders. Eddie could never replace Ben and indeed it’s already evident how very different in character and temperament they are, but he somehow helps us remember Ben with warmth and happiness rather than sadness. I can only imagine how awful this past Christmas would have been without a dog in the house. Christmas morning isn’t right unless you have a dog tearing open his Christmas presents…