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PUPDATES!
Sky and Clodagh are both enjoying the early spring sunshine! We welcome the longer days and mild weather.
Having just turned two, poor Clode will have to wait another year to experience the joy of snow. I feel almost guilty that she has been denied the proper white stuff once again. Such a deprived puppyhood!
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A wonderful walk in sunny Suffolk recently, which blew the cobwebs away. Sky and Clodagh loved exploring Gunton Warren, with their usual intrepid enthusiasm.
Apologies for some fuzzy photos - all thanks to an ancient mobile phone!
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Greetings lovely Glen lovers! Spring is most definitely in the air.
In the spirit of optimistic forward-thinking, we have reluctantly succumbed to cropping Sky's beautiful blue locks. Her coat is rapidly regrowing, but we have a summer litter in mind, all being well. A clipped coat will be more comfortable for her. She has just come into season, you see...
And in the spirit of BOGOF, we opted to give poor Clodagh a bruiser haircut too. We will grow most of her coat out again, as we are rather fond of that cuddly teddy bear look. She is less hirsute, but still super cute.
Massive THANKS to all of you for your emails and your interest in Sky. I promise to keep everyone on the Waiting List updated with her progress. Of course, we are not in the driving seat. Mother Nature is!
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Well, we’ve had quite a weekend of it. Sky's boyfriend came to stay with us!
Thankfully, love at first sight was mutual and the two love birds only had eyes for each other. They frolicked happily in the garden together for hours. Sky was just magnificent throughout; so beautiful and confident. She pranced flirtatiously in the spring sunshine and presented herself as if to say ‘Yes, I know I’m gorgeous.’ I could swear that she coquettishly fluttered her long eyelashes in his general direction.
Boyfriend was understandably smitten. Having gained the approval of his prospective in-laws, he promptly whisked Sky away for a romantic mini-break. Nice touch. The whole encounter is best imagined with Jane and Serge’s amorous Je t’aime as the soundtrack. Just hope this doesn't end with me warbling Non, je ne regrette rien, puffing morosely on a Gitaines with one too many Pernods onboard.
Everything crossed that Mother’s Day was an apt date for their coupling. Watch this space…more information to come - and photos - all being well.
With three a crowd and unable to play gooseberry, Clodagh had to endure her own form of self-isolation for a while. By which I mean she was slightly less free-range than normal, until our lovely soft-natured house guest with impeccable manners had left. Being a gregarious Glen, Clodagh experienced FOMO big time. An enormous chewy treat could only placate her for so long.