Here are three of the friends I have made since living in Kent. This is Bodie (with Monkey). I am a bit wary of her because she is The Boss!


This is Hutch. He's a bit slow and ploddy but I keep out of his way because I don't want to be flattened.

Here is Finlay. He's quite a gentleman.

Eric Clapton she ain't! Pass the ear plugs someone!

I don't like to sound vain but I am rather lovely, aren't I?

Walking is wearing!

I've forgotten just how flat Kent is. This is me after a full day's walk up Ben Wyvis. New Year's Resolution: to get back in shape!

8 months later. . . .

Well, what a lot of change since I last posted on here. My owner and I now live in Kent on the coast (much warmer than Inverness!) and she is a fully fledged Vet. I am now a Vet's dog!!!! However, we went back to Scotland for Christmas. The Point didn't seem very pleased to see me although Point's Person made a big fuss of me.

I went on lots and lots of lovely walks where we saw neither man nor dog. Unlike Kent which is full of humans and canines. Here we are walking in Glen Affric.

My owner has passed her Vet exams so I thought I would send her a bunch of flowers.

!!!!!!WELL DONE, CAROLINE!!!!!

My owner came back on Tuesday night. I was so excited, I jumped all over her and followed her everywhere. I was really keen to show her what a good dog I have become so this morning, when she took me for a walk I made sure I was as perfect as The Point (!). When we got back, though, she drove off in her car and I heard that she has gone back to Edinburgh without me. I must have done something wrong and not realised. . . . . . . . . . I hope she comes back soon.

After my shower and towel dry yesterday, I thought I'd have a bit of fun to help the drying off process. Savaging the towel seemed like a good idea.. . . or so I thought.
The game was interrupted by Ade, doing a good impression of a Party Pooper.
I wasn't going to give up without a fight though.

I had an unofficial shower again this afternoon as the plants were being watered. Here I am donning my Indira Ghandi costume.

I've decided that this is my very favourite game - fetching sticks, then destroying them before PP can get them. The further the better - off cliffs, between trees, across fields. I think I must have some retriever in my genes.

Thought I might try a new look today. Apparently it's what all cool dogs wear in the summer - aero dynamic ears. Do you think it suits me?

Good luck!

Well it's the big day tomorrow so I have gathered together some of my friends (!) to wish you all the best and lots of luck. Stay calm! With love from your Willow Dog! See you soon.
The Point sends you good luck!
Del says 'hurry up and come home' oh, and good luck!
Maj thinks it is funny but wishes you luck anyway!

Just to give you a bit of practice before the exam on Thursday:

Which species do these legs belong to?

a) feline

b) canine

c) equine

My owner is about to take her finals this week so I thought I'd pose for this portrait to wish her lots of luck. Just think in a couple of weeks time, I will have my very own doctor at my beck and call. . . . . . .

The Point is getting very close and personal here.

I hope my owner looks at me here and feels very proud. I am sitting in a big open field with no collar. I am looking forward to her coming back so that I can show her all the things I have learned.

Cracked it today! Here I am in pole position - higher than The Point! I've sneaked my way up the pecking order and I mean to stay here.
This is a Monkey. PP was not happy to see him lying on the grass. I was lured back into the house by a piece of cheese and the door shut firmly behind me. PP went out to rescue the Monkey only to come back inside to find that I had taken the other one and was savaging it on the living-room carpet. Sometimes I think PP has no sense of humour.

Butter wouldn't melt in my sneaky mouth! I'm gradually worming my way into all the places that The Point frequents. At first she would curl her lip if I came too close but I'm wearing her down with my persistance. She's in such a deep old age slumber in this photo she doesn't even know I've sneaked up to join her on the bed. . . . .

Well, well, the tables have certainly turned. When I arrived here a few weeks ago, I was not allowed out of the front door unless I was on a lead. Yes, I admit I used to try and escape by pushing past their legs if I could but that's because I had been used to the freedom of the Edinburgh street life. Tonight, however, I was SHUT OUT!! Apparently, the small log I kept carrying into the house and chewing in the hall was not appreciated so both log and I were evicted for a while and the door firmly closed behind us.

For the last few days I've watched the dotty Point pulling off the gorse flowers and eating them. Thought I'd give one a try today and - yummy- they tasted very good. So I shall be beating her to them in future.

Looking at myself in this photo, I think I should be volunteering for active service in the army. So well camouflaged, I could sneak up on the enemy with no problems at all. Not like The Point, who can be spotted as a moving target from miles away.