As far as dog days go, it’s been pretty good. When the week starts the humans do not go too far, or for too long. The MacNaughties are happy because it means the pack stays intact. With no-one anxious about possible comings and goings, it brings a kind of calm to the proceedings.
It is during a routine window clean that a forky-tail is discovered in the house. This is a new word to me and I add it to my vocabulary while the creature is sent on its way to the garden before the MacNaughties can catch and eat it.
Hurrah, we are home, albeit still feeling woozy after all that time in the air. Three planes, six plastic in-flight meals, four quarter bottles of wine and at least a gallon and a half of water to balance it all out…
Police smashed a car window to rescue a dog that appeared to be moments from death in the sweltering Spanish heat.
I was walking along a footpath I know well, dense woodland on one side and more open and formally planted trees plus shrubs on the other.
Thousands of pounds were raised for Guide Dogs in Scotland during an event in Dundee on Saturday to celebrate the organisation’s 50th anniversary.
Police have warned dog owners that they face having their pets seized if they are out of control.
A lurgy strikes at the start of the week. It starts with a two-day headache and a feeling that things are not quite tip-top. A normally robust soul, I ignore the discomfort and try to muddle through.
Graduation Day is a wonderful day.
An eleventh-hour appeal has been launched to save a dog from destruction after an incident in Angus.