Showing posts with label Brin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brin. Show all posts

Here we go again


We have a new puppy. Zozi is her name and she is a fine Boxer puppy to keep Brin company. We refer to them as ‘BriniZozi’ as in ‘Brangelina’.


Zozi is much smaller than either of the ‘boys’ were; she is also very quiet, doesn’t like the cold, the wet or the mud. I hope she will grow out of it, but she could be a Little Missy.

Brin is being the perfect gentleman and doesn’t seem to mind if she nibbles him here and there (yes, even there)!

It’s lovely having a puppy but puppies are such hard work. They eat, poo, wee, play, sleep all day and all night. They jump on the sofa, hide under the bed, steal your scarf, and bark at the postman.

Zozi is working very hard at being a Good Dog Citizen. She sits on command, understands ‘no’ and ‘leave’ and ‘down’, although I have had to be a shouty Mummy from time to time. We have started taking her on short walks, just 10 minutes, to get her used to the collar and walking to heel. She loves going out.

And tomorrow night, we start puppy classes. We’ll see how that goes. The ‘boys’ were asked not to return to puppy class as they were too disruptive. Taking two Boxer puppies to training class at the same time was perhaps a bit ambitious. Zozi should be a doddle!





Mind the snow drops


We have a great many walks out into the countryside straight from our front door. I have to confess that my favourite is through the woods, following the bridlepaths, avoiding the mud, listening to birds, admiring the trees. 
Today, I happened to look down as I waited for Brin the Boxer to stop sniffing a log, and noticed a delicate clump of snow drops, nestling amongst the leaves, next to the fallen tree. Those simple little white flowers made me stop for a moment, and smile to myself.
Of course, Brin almost walked straight over them but a well timed treat stopped him before he squashed them under his large Boxer paws.
I use the time in the woods as my thinking space, often lost in my own little world of tree tops, but for the next few weeks, I'm going to be paying more attention to world at my feet, too.




Faces of Brin the Boxer

Brin and I have a special bond. I wish I could bottle his spirit, his indomitable character, his quite unstoppable sense of fun. That's why I love to photograph him.

Faces of Brin the Boxer, 2013, Lesley Beeton

My garden diary for 2013 can be found here.