Poor little brown Annie…always the underdog!
In April 2011 Jess stopped eating. We took her to the vet who took scans and gave us the worst news possible. She had cancer in her throat which had spread to her internal organs. Two weeks later on Good Friday, a beautiful sunny spring day, Jessica was put to sleep on our lawn in the sunshine. We buried her in the garden.
From that day on I wanted her back. We had to find another black Labrador Spaniel cross and bring her home. I would travel as far as it took. But another Jess could not be found. My friend told me about a litter of Sprockers that would be available shortly and we went to look. I didn’t like them…they weren’t Jess. However Richard my husband fell in love with them and, desperate to fill the hole in my heart, three weeks later we collected Tilly and Mabel. And so their adventures began.
Annie is now 14 years old, still going strong and enjoying life. In a perfect world Jess would still be on the other end of her stick.
I wrote ‘Waiting at the Door’ for my beautiful black Jess x
Tilly and Mabel have a big sister called Lolli who lives nearby. Big sisters are such a pain! They think it is beneath them to play with their smaller siblings, and so they grab the best toy and run away with it.
When challenged they just run faster.
Even when challenged from both sides big sisters still think they have a right to the best toy.
Luckily we are bringing Tilly and Mabel up to chase their goals and never give up. That is one big sister who has met her match!
Firstly, my apologies to the person who has lost a brown suede boot at Poles Coppice nature reserve on the outskirts of Minsterley. Unfortunately Tilly and Mabel have found it…
Mabel has declared it is her boot, and if Tilly wants a boot she can go and find her own boot!
She has taken quite a shine to the boot…more so actually than the pile of toys we have spent a fortune on at home!
I am reliably informed that it is a size 5 boot with no name tag visible…
Although Mabel was desperate to bring the boot home, and I’m sure the boot has given you many hours of pleasure, I didn’t want the dirty smelly thing in my car…
So the boot is still at Poles Coppice…and Mabel is bootless and bereft.
Like most things it started as a bit of fun. I don’t know who actually found the plant pot full of seedlings in the garden but I would guess that Tilly dragged it into the conservatory. Once inside I should image that the pot became the newest ‘must have toy for young sprockers’. Or perhaps they were trying to be helpful and had decided that the seedlings needed repotting…or as the case may be ‘un-potting!’
Tilly and Mabel were about 10 weeks old at the time. And this is where it all started. When there is trouble in the air Tilly hides behind Mabel, and Mabel gives me the big “sorry, we didn’t mean it” eyes. And, as has been the case many times since, the pair of little scoundrels get away with murder!