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I am sorry for the radio silence, especially to all those lovely folk eagerly awaiting news of our next planned litter.  You are on the Waiting List


If you have emailed in the last few months to confirm that you are now ready to have a Glen of Imaal terrier puppy - please don't worry - you are back on the list.


We're very keen to try for a second-and-last litter with Clodagh.  Unfortunately, we have just missed one window of opportunity.  But another is due early next spring and we hope to try then.  I'll keep you updated.


For now, we are engulfed in profound sadness.  We have recently discovered that our extraordinary and magnificent Sky has cancer. 


Horrendous, inoperable tumours ravage her inside.  She still enjoys her food and completes her daily walks enthusiastically with that same purposeful waddle.  Despite recent weight loss, she appears fine.  But we know she is not.  Our precious time with her is finite. 

Sky is only eight and a half years old, with no previous health issues.  Like a sudden and unwelcome cold snap, grief comes early, bringing with it an icy jolt of guilt and regret.  And a frostbitten heart.  We both feel we had one job - to give our dog a long and happy life - and somehow we failed her.

It is difficult to spot a tumour early when your dog is naturally pot-bellied.  Having a litter can alter a female dog's physique.  And some Glens, however hard they try, grow tubby without exercise.  Weight gain and ageing can also disguise something nasty lurking within.

We had an enjoyable, long-awaited but ultimately unrelaxing break, camping in the Isle of Man at the end of the summer.  Check out the Pupdates for some happy holiday snaps. 


The disrupted routine and lack of home comforts explained away Sky's occasionally subdued mood.  Most of the time, she was perfectly upbeat and loved all the beautiful walks; socialising every day with other dogs and their humans.


Sky cheered up once we got home and it took another two months before we noticed any physical change.  Her stomach gradually expanded and only became more prominent as she inexplicably lost weight.

A painful lesson, but we intend to have our dogs scanned annually from now on, as well as the usual perfunctory check-ups.

Sky now dines on cooked chicken most days, with a weekend treat of juicy steak.  A few stray scraps find their way into the other two bowls.  We have introduced delicious meaty chunks of raw food too, and the occasional soft-boiled egg.  Clodagh and Florence can't believe their luck.


Stained Tree


5 December 2022 - Norfolk, UK


Pupdates | Spring 2020 |



We send Séamus, Chief and Brahn our heartfelt love on their special day - the 5th of June - and hope they enjoy celebrating it.  


I've Got A Feeling that Florence will have A Day In The Life, with plenty of hugs and a few more treats than usual.  They are the Fab Four and I'm rolling with it.  This would all work better if she were called Lucy, Eleanor or Rita.  And we had Beagles instead of Glen of Imaal terriers.  Throw me a bone here.

What a Magical Mystery Tour we embarked on, one year ago today.  Why, it seems like only Yesterday.  Were we all in a Yellow Submarine, Jo?  No of course we weren't.  Don't be silly. 


The 2021 Pupdates should convey just how magical and joyful it all was, with an abundance of adorable puppy photos worth a revisit. 


Florence | Ringo arrived first.  Small in stature, big in personality; she is quirky and hilarious.  Florence dances to the beat of her own drum.  We can just picture her partying with Keith Moon at Tara House in 1971.


Séamus | George: Shy and thoughtful, we fondly remember gentle Dub Dub chasing his first butterfly in the garden.  Something in the way he moves, perhaps - For You Blue.   

Chief | Paul: Bright and cheerful and very cheeky, harmonious Chief is also an enthusiastic gardener.  He loves his walks come Rain or shine.  Here Comes The Sun, baby.  

Brahn | Lennon:  Charismatic, mischievous and too clever by half, Brahn is the instigator of a Revolution all right.  Angelic when sleeping, but trouble with a capital T whilst awake.  Imagine how dull the world would be without him.

Clodagh: Her Majesty is most definitely the Fifth Beatle!  She was devoted to her first litter and still mothers her daughter.  She seems ready for another.  That tricky second album!  No idea when yet.  I'll keep you posted.

We hope to get the band back together with a reunion later this year.  Venue suggestions gratefully received.  Send me a postcard, drop me a line.  And remember: Happiness Is A Warm Glen.  All You Need Is Love...