FestiveSpirit
Well-Known Member
I have been looking forward to making this thread all day, big kid that I am
I went home today and scanned in some of my old pictures using my mum's scanner, so here is the story of my dog owning life
Me (on left) and my sister with my mum's boxer Jodie. I remember Jodie when I was very small (we had a brindle boxer called Susie too who I remember) but we must have lost Susie when I was about 7 years old and Jodie when I was about 9
My first dog that I owned - and yep, it was a CKCS
She was born in 1978 when I was 8 years old, and was officially called Henrietta - but when she arrived my dad said "what a diddi pup she is' so she became Didi all her life
At 8 weeks old - how cute is that
At two years old - the chair had a lining underneath which had ripped, so she used to crawl under the chair into the lining and curl up
And when she was much older, she was PTS with a kidney tumour when I was 19 years old, I didnt take her when I left home because she was far too used to the routine to come with me
And so my love affair with sighthounds began
My very first whippet Isobel, who I got when I was 17 years old and still at school
That isnt me in the pic BTW, that is her breeder's daughter holding her
Then when she got a bit older, playing with a red dog toy that she loved (in the background the CKCS is Ludwig, a tricolour boy of my mums)
And at the house that I owned with my first husband
And then Sian my second whippet came along 3 years later
Then we had double trouble
(the painting above my head is an original of Isobel and Sian done by an artist friend of my mums)
And on my first wedding day, September 1991 (yep, I was 21 years old!)
Skip quite a few years, and Isobel was getting older (at my mums house)
First marriage ended, got together with second husband, moved to Gloucestershire and by mistake
we got our puppy lurcher - we had been intending just to look, as both the whippets were getting elderly
He just grew and grew to the size of a small donkey in the end
I lost Isobel when she was a month short of her 15th birthday - she was very very frail by then as she had a very weak heart - so for a while we had Sian and Macallan (idiot fluffy lurcher). Then one day we were in Gloucester and saw Greyhound Rescue West of England collecting.... they had some rescue greyhounds with them... that was it, I was hooked
So my beautiful Jura came to be with us in Easter 2002:
Then we lost Sian at only 11 years old with a tumour in her nose which was inoperable
so in December 2003 the love of my life came along
After a while we decided four dogs were just as easy as three (how wrong could we be!) and Ellen joined us in September 2004
She lost a hind leg after a localised bacterial infection, but was as happy on 3 legs as she had been on four
Macallan the lurcher had grown a bit by then
Whilst Jura loved her sunbathing
Then second divorce came along, and I was forced to rehome Macallan and Ellen due to my idiot ex-husband
They both found lovely homes, and I still get reports on Ellen from the GWRE people
Jura got ill around Christmas 2007 and just got thinner and thinner... I was back and forth to the vets on a weekly basis, I really wish now I had pushed for a referral, they did blood tests, x-rays the lot and couldnt find anything wrong with her. She had a good quality of life until the day I had her PTS in April 2008
So along came Islay to keep Talisker company!
And finally I lost my beloved Talisker in December 2008 with lymphoma of the gut
I was devastated but I wont keep a dog on her own as I work, so Islay needed company.... and finally there was Flick
So here we are at the present day - sorry it is so long with so many pics, just shows how old I am
But I have really enjoyed putting it all together
Me (on left) and my sister with my mum's boxer Jodie. I remember Jodie when I was very small (we had a brindle boxer called Susie too who I remember) but we must have lost Susie when I was about 7 years old and Jodie when I was about 9
My first dog that I owned - and yep, it was a CKCS
At 8 weeks old - how cute is that
At two years old - the chair had a lining underneath which had ripped, so she used to crawl under the chair into the lining and curl up
And when she was much older, she was PTS with a kidney tumour when I was 19 years old, I didnt take her when I left home because she was far too used to the routine to come with me
And so my love affair with sighthounds began
Then when she got a bit older, playing with a red dog toy that she loved (in the background the CKCS is Ludwig, a tricolour boy of my mums)
And at the house that I owned with my first husband
And then Sian my second whippet came along 3 years later
Then we had double trouble
(the painting above my head is an original of Isobel and Sian done by an artist friend of my mums)
And on my first wedding day, September 1991 (yep, I was 21 years old!)
Skip quite a few years, and Isobel was getting older (at my mums house)
First marriage ended, got together with second husband, moved to Gloucestershire and by mistake
He just grew and grew to the size of a small donkey in the end
I lost Isobel when she was a month short of her 15th birthday - she was very very frail by then as she had a very weak heart - so for a while we had Sian and Macallan (idiot fluffy lurcher). Then one day we were in Gloucester and saw Greyhound Rescue West of England collecting.... they had some rescue greyhounds with them... that was it, I was hooked
So my beautiful Jura came to be with us in Easter 2002:
Then we lost Sian at only 11 years old with a tumour in her nose which was inoperable
After a while we decided four dogs were just as easy as three (how wrong could we be!) and Ellen joined us in September 2004
She lost a hind leg after a localised bacterial infection, but was as happy on 3 legs as she had been on four
Macallan the lurcher had grown a bit by then
Whilst Jura loved her sunbathing
Then second divorce came along, and I was forced to rehome Macallan and Ellen due to my idiot ex-husband
Jura got ill around Christmas 2007 and just got thinner and thinner... I was back and forth to the vets on a weekly basis, I really wish now I had pushed for a referral, they did blood tests, x-rays the lot and couldnt find anything wrong with her. She had a good quality of life until the day I had her PTS in April 2008
So along came Islay to keep Talisker company!
And finally I lost my beloved Talisker in December 2008 with lymphoma of the gut
So here we are at the present day - sorry it is so long with so many pics, just shows how old I am
