Strange things happen in Summer

Irish Summers mean many things to many people but in this house Summer makes dogs do unusual things.

And we seem to attract them in all sizes and shapes,

This one loves….

Wheelbarrows

And some are a mystery, in this case  a wet pup

His missing sister solved the puzzle of how he got wet

It was bath time,

which explained why Bob was last seen

Running!

Yes strange things happen in Summer

How I missed out on my ultimate job but somehow it found me.

 

My Ultimate Job

I have always loved dogs. But I haven’t always embraced life due to shyness, meeting insensitive arrogant people and so on, (you know how it goes) so I spent the first half of my life hiding away from people. Past experience taught me that not everyone was like my kindhearted father.

However, lady luck did smile on me in numerous ways, I married my soul mate and had two wonderful children and started writing. Though I hated my paid job, which was stressful and often felt like it should have been sent by worm hole back to the 1800’s, I soldiered on simply to make a living.

Then it happened, I met Bob

                              

 

This fluffy wolf who was either going home with us or to a dog pound. How could we not take him? He came with us and captured everyone’s hearts. Through him I made a discovery.

I should have been working with dogs.

This heartfelt belief stayed with me, as I volunteered to work in a friends kennels. Then we made another decision, Bob missed us while we were working and he required a friend, with four legs and a waggy tail. The rest is history. We traveled to the North west of Ireland, Bob interviewed 20 dogs and came home with the pup who stole his and our hearts.

 

This pup again transformed my life. She was relentless always finding things from tennis balls

 

displaying a vivid creative energy. We knew we had to find her a job, before she drove Bob, and us, nuts.

Her job – finding people or recovering them has led us into many new adventures.

Hisilicon K3

And through her training I have discovered I was right – I should have been working with animals. But I do so now, by volunteering at a kennels, dog walking and dog training and all thanks to these four legged friends, especially Bob and Ellie

 

I often feel like  this:

I am a six year old, again.

 

Bob’s Diary: I’d rather be a wolf.

Our good friends at Collies of the Meadow have given us an award:

Ellie is celebrating by playing with three balls.

Thank you, Maria and Ellie are delighted with this honor.

Me I’m going for a nap, hope it doesn’t turn out to be a nightmare.

But do check out the blog if you love dogs.