Here are a couple of pix from the last trip to the beach. You'd almost wonder what we were fussing about, the steroids made such a difference to that week for her
And here's the Babe we celebrated when I first put the old website up.
I was born 31st January, 1996 at Papakura. Dave picked me from the rest of the litter because he reckoned I was intelligent. As long as he's happy, he can believe what he wants. Contrary to popular opinion, I'm here to say that English bull terriers make affectionate, devoted and loyal pets.
Dog daisies! My favourites!
One of the essentials in
the life of a dog is a sheltered sunny porch. From here I can supervise
the comings and goings up our right of way.
It's nice lying on the lawn, but you've got to pick your spots. Not all the neighbourhood dogs are as careful or considerate as I am. But I reckon lying full length on the front step makes an important statement
Just like being there to meet new visitors:
Just through the gate is the college. When the gate's left open I get to play cricket and stuff. Sometimes I bring the ball all the way home.
Dave reckons that's not cricket.
Visitors are great. I climb on Dave's knee. If I do the cute thing right, it's usually worth a couple of biscuits. Coconut ones, too, not the stuff I get in my bowl. I like chocolate, too, but that's real bad for me.
I prefer duvets to blankets. They're much easier to get my nose under and burrow into. With Dave having an arthritic hip he has a really comfortable bed, too. And no, this isn't posed - I'm just naturally graceful.
A cannon bone! Wow!
Sometimes I just love him....
... and sometimes he can be a right bastard.
That's the day's social calls totally stuffed up. Maybe I can find something to roll in instead
What do vets - or Dave, for that matter - know about overweight anyway?
I get plenty of exercise. Or I used to before Dave's hip started playing up.