Welsh Witch

Lovely photo........ Oh yeah it's little old me, taken yesterday....aren't I beautiful aren't I just!
She with de 2 legs and Afghan hound hare cut said I ad to right, so I am.
What you want to kno? I kno I tell you about the show thing I went to on week-end day. Well I wz first and Louis wz first but he got BOB. Don't tell him but I let him win it cause otherwize he sulk. I saw lots of strange things there, minutre peoples and wrinklee ones, long haired, short haired and even some with baldi tops.
Oh yeh and me has a new mate. He's white and fluffy but he don't kno cos he aint got a mirror. He think he lwks like us....He's dead funny and fat and I can race him in the field. He look dead stupid cos his ittle legs are slo. Still I like him lots.
Today Jake ask me out I told him no way so he ask again and again and again and I bit him for being so cheeky. Mummy Kriz said I was bad but she didn't hear what he say to me....Me shocked....me such a nice girl!
Been out and found Vixen perfume today...lovely brand had a good rolli in it. Go back tomorrow for more!!! Going now, board with this......Byeeeeeeeee
Tali

Father and Son

Louis and Jay ......photo taken January 22nd 2007

Lend Me a Pup

I will lend to you for awhile, a German Shepherd pup, God said,

For you to love him while he lives and mourn for him when he's dead.

Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three

But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me.

He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief

You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return

But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.

I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true

And from the folk that crowd's life's land I have chosen you.

Now will you give him all your love Nor think the labor vain,

Nor hate me when I come to take my Shepherd back again.

I fancied that I heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,

"For all the joys this Shepherd will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter him with tenderness we'll love him while we may

And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay

But should you call him back much sooner than we've planned,

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.

If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve

In memory of him we loved, to help us while we grieve,

When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,

We'll have yet another German Shepherd and love him all his life

Thank you to a lovely friend On the George Michael forum for posting this or me.

Jay 21.5.01 - 28.8.07

Following months of illness Jay was not responding to treatment. After finding him in his bed asleep in his own urine and stools this morning I knew it was time …..I made the dreaded phone call to the vets and requested a home visit. There was no way I would consider putting Jay in the car and carting him over to the surgery again. Jay had refused to eat anything, even pilchards, and had flopped on the floor before returning back to his cleaned bed. After an examination the vet said that on top of everything else his heart was now struggling too. We all felt due to his deteriorating condition that it was kinder to let him go with some dignity. Our lives have been shattered once more.
It was February 2002 when along with Harry Wright I collected two German Shepherd pups for re-homing from their totally unsuitable homes. Jet was 6 months old, a victim of a broken marriage and was going to be fostered by Harry and Gill; nine month old Jay came here to stay with us. Up to this point the idea was that both pups would be rehabilitated and re-homed. On collecting Jay we where given his paperwork and I was gobsmacked to discover that he was the grandson of my lovely Dexi. (Blanik Alliance.)
Jay was a non-socialised hooligan who had been fed on weetabix, chips, chicken soup and all sorts of unsuitable rubbish. They hadn’t served him well and he was lean as well as having poor muscle development for his age. After the death of Blade the previous year there was room for another dog in our home, and in my heart. Jay became a permanent member of the “Blanik” family.
Back in April of this year, following a routine wormer, Jay had started to loose weight, had re-occurring diarrhoea and a ravenous appetite. By the beginning of May I was starting to feel concerned and tests revealed that “For idiopathic reasons the balance of his bowel had been disrupted and campylobacter was thriving in his bowel." How did it get there? I guess I'll never know as its main sources are from raw or badly cooked chicken. Other identified food vehicles include unpasteurised milk, undercooked meats, mushrooms, hamburger, cheese, pork, shellfish, and eggs. (and of course the dreaded Tripe) The organism is also occasionally isolated from streams, lakes and ponds. I don't give my dogs any raw meats and any cooked meats they may get are our left-overs. I guess it will always be a mystery as to where and when. My Vet was concerned that a seemingly health 6year old dog had not been able to fight this condition. Still with antibiotics Jay’s diarrhoea cleared quickly and over the next couple of weeks he showed signs of improvement.
Sadly it wasn’t long before Jay started to go down-hill again. He started to refuse food and developed a taste for stones, slate, coal and concrete. (even lifting the carpet to try and eat the stone floor) He was lethargic and more tests revealed he had protein losing enteropathy and chronic anaemia, which by the time the results came through was even obvious to the untrained eye. He was given weekly B12 injections, as well as antibiotics and later steroids. We tried several herbal pills and lots of “health” products but nothing seemed to help. Some days Jay flatly refused to eat anything, except a small slice of liver to try and help with the anaemia, and to be honest most of what he did eat came straight through him anyway.
An honest 65cm at the withers Jay was never a heavy dog, his average weight being 34-36kg. To see him down to 24kg was heartbreaking, but still he was a young dog, so I always hoped for the miracle that never came.
For a while at the beginning of August Jay seemed to improve; he put on 2kg, his colour improved slightly, his appetite increased and his stools became reasonably normal. But over one week, and by last Friday he had again lost the weight he had earlier gained, he refused to eat and slept all day. I think I knew then that we were now living on borrowed time, but as I said earlier I just prayed for a miracle.
Some day I hope I can forget the sad shadow of the dog that I have lived with these last few months. I would like to remember Jay as the clown, the idiot, the handfull that until this illness he truly was. I often said, “if he’d been my first German Shepherd I’d have never had another.” But seriously I blamed his poor upbringing for his rather loutish behaviour and really our “Captain Chaos” was quite a character. The Jay I loved was a loud-mouthed hooligan, but predictably safe in all situations. He never showed aggression or nervousness; he was just a lovable fool.
I remember walking Jay with Dexi when he hadn’t been here that long. He kept irritating Dexi with a silly high-pitched non-stop bark; bark, bark, bark in his ear. Finally Dex lost his cool and pinned him down, the only problem was they were in the lake at the time. I really thought he was going to drown him. I screamed and Dexi let go of him. Jay pulled his head out of the water, his ears hanging down with the weight of the water; he quickly composed himself, ran behind Dexi and gave one loud high- pitched bark….there was just no telling that young lad!
His partner in crime was Krizzie, (Blanik Deeanna) though typically the young female ran rings around him, proving time and time again that she was far more devious and cunning than he could ever be. In June 2003 Jay and Krizzie produced the lovely Blanik “E” litter of 7 dogs and 1 bitch. Blanik Excentric (My “Amazing” Louis) has charmed most people he meets and his show wins are too numerous to mention.
Jay’s own show wins were not to be frowned upon; he went to Crufts twice and got a 4th in SYD on the first occasion and a 1st in the K.C.G.C.D the following year. He was placed in the first 4 at all his Champ shows and was BPD at his only Champ show as a puppy. (Birmingham National, judge- Frank Sanderson in 2002.)
To loose a loved companion is heartbreaking, to loose 2 so close together is devastating. (But still Seffe and Dexi where reasonably old.) To loose 3, in just over 2 months, and one a young lad who should have been in the prime of his life is plain soul destroying.
God Bless you baby Jay; now you will feel no more pain. You have given us so much in such a short time. Rest in peace my darling boy. You Have Been Loved
Steve and I would like to thank Ness at Arden Grange for her support and our Vet Caroline for her hard work and dedication in the treatment of Jay. Also we’d like to thank our lovely friends who contributed in many different ways to making these last few weeks/months easier for us, and more importantly Jay. I hate to think where we would be now without our friends. God Bless you all.

So Why.....

......does Finlay stop on the door-step and have to be invited into the house?

.....and why when I walk briskly towards him does he cower?

Maybe best I don't know but I can imagine, and I guess I'll always wonder!

Now Don't Kid Yourself

I wrote this article for our dog club's newsletter....thought I'd share it with you......

Now don’t kid yourself; yeah, this could be written about you! How quick are you to belittle me for my “other” passion in life? I’ve heard you, a quick remark… “Bloody poof”….or a sarcastic giggle. Do you know how much it upsets me? Do I ask for it? I hope not, but still you feel inclined to comment without tact, or thought that this passion may just be what’s keeping me afloat at the moment. “He” is my escapism, so back off!!!
Hang on, this is a dog club newsletter, where am I going with this? Well if you care to read on I’ll tell you. I sat in that hall one night listening to people who work their dogs in one “sport” laughing and belittling others for showing their dogs, and similarly on another night I heard someone else taking the “Michael” out of the Heel Work To Music enthusiasts. Dog “people” all together in one room with enthusiasm and passion for their dogs, but still they feel the need to criticise and comment. That’s what got me thinking, if we can all stick together and admire each other for our own dog sport then surely it’s a start, how ever little.
You see, what I think is important is that we are here together, a community with something special in common, the love of dogs. We choose to spend our lives with our canine companions. Be it ordinary days at home or special days at shows; events, camping holidays or even a lovely walk in the countryside, the list is endless. Quality time with our dogs, and often our dog friends.
My dog “friends” are the best that I’ve got. Like-minded people whom I love to share my life with. Those fantastic week-ends at dog shows, there to comfort each other when we loose and share in the joy of winning, but each one knowing that the best dog goes home in the car with us at the end of the day.
I don’t work in Obedience Competitions anymore and agility doesn’t do it for me, though I have tried it. Fly ball and Heelwork to music are really not for me but if it’s your “thing” then go for it and enjoy your hobby with your beloved companion. But please do not belittle me for choosing to spend my days showing my beautiful dogs in the company of my good friends.
If this small dog community can’t start to understand each other and support each other within our own interests then my god it makes me worry about the bigger picture. What chance is there of ever eradicating racism and homophobia?
We love are dogs so lets support each other, be happy for each other in what we choose to do. We all need escapism, be it “that pop star” a round of golf or a week-end of fly ball. Let’s be happy for each other and not so quick to judge, after all it’s horses for courses, or dog sports for dog people.So, was this partly written about you? Only you and I know that and I’m never ‘gonna’ tell!!!!!!!!

Meet Finlay

First Photo.........The day "He" arrived

Second photo.....Looking a little better

My Friend Finlay

It had been a very emotional few weeks in my life. I felt like my life was in tatters. To loose Dexi had been bad enough, to loose Seffe 3 weeks later had left me devastated. I cried so much I thought I'd never stop, but with 7 others to care for and love I found I could carry on, but only just! Feeling emotionally unbalanced I returned to work and caring for the animals there helped me to cope with my loss. Then on the Wednesday came a call from a council-run pound. The kennels’ owners may well have denied their statement later; but I was in the room when the call came in and I heard the list of 25 dogs due for destruction on the Friday read out, and later saw it all written down. Cross breeds, Sheepdogs, a Labrador bitch and a white German Shepherd to name but a few. After a quick word with "him indoors" we decided to offer a foster home to the GSD. How could I pick one knowing there was little hope of a future for the others? I even had to refuse the request to take two Labrador crosses as well as I simply don’t have the room. Still the morning was spent texting, phoning and e.mailing to assure a future for the other dogs. Through the hard work and dedication of a few individuals I'm glad to say that within 48 hours alternative accommodation was found for all the other dogs.

It was Friday morning when one of our charities volunteer arrived with the dogs coming to this area. As a GSD enthusiast I’ve had little time for whites, but I do like a black and tan long coat. I remember so clearly my thought when I first set eyes on him. "OMG, not just bloody white but a long coat as well.....and he's full of knots!!!"

It’s not snobbery you know! There are practical reasons why “white” is an unrecognised colour in the G.S.D breed standard. A German Shepherd herding his sheep on the hill needs to be easily distinguished from it’s flock, imagine the difficulties if the dog was almost the same colour as the sheep! Also a white dog working within the forces, (yes, I ’m aware there are a few) would stick out like a sore thumb during night duties. The gene pool for whites is so small that character has to be questioned; especially when the “white” enthusiasts are choosing to breed white to white and avoiding using standard coloured dogs to try and produce pure “snow” white dogs and eradicate cream animals.

As I’m a George Michael fan one of my work mates suggested I call him “Freeek.” (a George song) I really did think about it, but just couldn’t. Eventually I christened him Finlay.

Finlay is most things I consider incorrect in a GSD, he’s white,(well cream)he’s long coated, he’s got small, almost Samoyed like ears, and he’s unbelievably long....... Here’s my head my arse is coming!!! But he’s calm, self assured and totally non-confrontational, funny, bubbly and so easy to live with.

Now I know it's only 2 weeks since I met Finlay but he really is quite a stunning character. To be honest this young man has charmed me. Oops....looks like Rhian “read the breed standard” Stanley has fallen in love with a "white long coat." I keep telling him "you could have been a dead man now you know!" Still I defy any “dog lover” to say that this is not a good-looking dog. He may not be a good example of a GSD but he’s a very good-looking dog. So now that’s how I look at him as a lovely looking dog with a cracking character, I hope others will do the same.

Actually maybe I did the wrong thing for me in fostering Finn so shortly after the death of Seffe and Dexi. The wounds where too raw, I was not emotionally equipped to deal with fostering at that moment. I've let him in, I've fallen for the "white boy." I keep thinking of Seffe and singing the lyrics to "Please send me someone to love," and bursting into tears. Anyway, equipped or not, he's here now and had I not taken him.....well it really doesn't bear thinking about does it.

Today I've decided that I'm keeping Finlay. I really couldn't possibly give him up now. This wonderful dog is helping me heal, basically maybe he was just what I needed. He makes me smile and warms up my heart, his brown eyes and soft expression melt me, and he looks nothing like the wonderful family that I've lost so I will never make comparisons.

How could anyone have even been able to give him up? His owner knew where he was, they had been informed of his plight but they refused to pay the “fine” to get their dog back. Sometimes I really don't understand people, I would go through hell and high water to keep this wonderful dog safe.

I will never breed a litter of whites, and since Finn has lost his “bits” this week an accident will never happen here. I feel strongly about breeding to try and improve on what I’ve got and that means I will always adhere to the breed standard. But still I’ve opened my heart to this wonderful dog as an individual. He is now my friend.You know I find it so strange because in the past some “fosters” have been here for 18 months and I still managed to re-home them. I have fostered GSD's and kittens many times before without any difficulty in letting go when the time is right, but Finlay, well ....He has found his forever home here with me. I guess I needed him when he needed me.

Seffe

Please send me someone to love
As much as I loved you (the way I loved you darlin')
Please send me someone to love
Anytime any day anytime now
Please, please send me someone to love
So say that you will
Because the nights are long
Without are song to sing
Just search the clouds until.....until
And dalin' though I can't replace you
There's a space in my heart
A space that you left in my heart
Just give me something that will pull me back from the blue
Send me someone like you
darlin' no I can't replace you
There's a space in my heart
a space that you let in my heart
Just give me something that will pull me back from the blue
PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE TO LOVE......
(Anselmo's song) George Michael

Seffe 10/1/96 - 15/7/07

Born to my first litter, I have to be honest; Seffe was not the puppy I’d set my heart on. Aria her litter sister had always filled my eyes with expectations, I’d even called Aria by the name Seffe for a few days. But that was not to be, now that pain is buried well in the past where it should be, and I shared eleven and a half years of love and pleasure with MY darling Seffe.
Today I feel cheated of those last precious moments in her life. I feel that I never got to say that last goodbye. But how was I to know that when I popped into the village she would be gone when I came home? Thirty minutes, that’s all it took, and in that time she was stolen from me. Seffe was 11 and half years old, and hadn’t even been ill, she seemed so healthy. I was prepared for Dexi’s death, he'd been ill on and off for the last 3 months, but Seffe was so well, so happy......... Even yesterday, when I called her in to the bedroom before we went out she was barking at the neighbours.
Now I can only think of last Saturday (7.7.07) and how on top form she was at a dog show. Going round scrounging for a tit-bit and flirting with a 2 yr old German Shepherd male, and then winning the non-sporting class with boundless energy. Now my darling Seffe has gone and my heart is breaking. You see Dexi was the "star" here, the big winner, but she was my mate, my best friend, the one I could always trust to be by my side.
She was always funny; and along with her selective deafness she’d got funnier as she’d got older. I guess she must have felt that things “didn’t always apply” to her. She didn’t feel she had to go out with everyone else. She’d just stare at me so defiantly, and of course nine times out of ten, I’d just say, “If you don’t want to go that’s fine.” Making the excuse to myself of, “well she’s old now isn’t she,” for about the last 2 yrs I suppose.
Sometimes she treated Steve with contempt, other times with tolerance only. But I can only believe that they understood each other as he always said, “She’s not a bit of trouble when you’re not around.” But she was here first and my god did she remind him of that on a regular basis. If he cuddled her, she’d move away, if he tried to get her out of the bedroom in the morning she’d climb onto our bed and cuddle into me or simply stare at him defiantly. She also refused to go for walks with him, turning back half way across the field to come back to me. Strange little dog would give up her walk if I couldn’t go, now there’s love for you.
Seffe wasn’t really the best mum in the world; though she loved her litter of 5 pups for a few weeks she quickly got bored and allowed her own mum Nikki to take over rearing the hooligans. Good thing really as without Nikki I think the over intelligent Krizzie, Seffe’s daughter, would have got completely out of hand. After her litter Seffe was spayed, problem was nobody told her. Seffe continued to be a right flirt and I remember so well her falling in love (or lust) with a Hungarian Viszla at Ruthin show. She stood by the ring as the dog was being shown almost whimpering and bouncing around with excitement. It took me a while to figure out what she was getting so wound up about. The guy bought the dog over to meet her and she was ecstatic, I never saw her react to another dog that way before or after that day.
The last couple of years Seffe had a great time in her veteran classes. Though she got bored standing still she loved to move around the ring and as some will no doubt know what she loved even more was the applause. It was ALWAYS for her, it just made her jump with joy. So proud I’d felt only last week as the judge commented on her fitness and condition. Lets face it, it really is rare to see an eleven year old GSD in the ring, let alone one who still moved with enthusiasm and drive. Seffe was not a big show winner or a well known brood bitch. Seffe was my special friend, my comfort blanket, my charming, funny little friend, my shadow. It will take a long time for these wounds to heal, but one thing is for sure the world has been a better place and my life has been richer for having known Seffe. I only wish I’d had the pleasure of living with her a little bit longer. Good night Seffe. You have been loved.

25 LIVE....Stadium tour

As the silver escort touched 85mph on the M56 I took my foot off the accelerator and I remember thinking, “Oh my God all I needed now is a speeding ticket .” The “go-faster” tracks of “Upper” really hadn’t help but still I was getting closer to Swinton, which in turn got me close to Manchester, and then to my destination……the wonderful world of George land.
The drizzly rain had eased for a while but as I stood Outside Maccies waiting for Kim the breeze was strong and I just knew my wayward hair would curl even more. Still nothing could dampen my enthusiasm, I was going to see George. For the 3 times in 7 month I was seeing George. My head was in the clouds, nothing, no nothing could bring me down from this high. Finally all that Waiting was nearly at an end; soon I would be completely under the spell of “the other man” in my life,……again!
Kim and I both shrieked like a couple of school kids when we saw each other; after all, though there had been many phone calls and hundreds of texts it had been 7 months since we last saw each other. Gemma, Kim’s lovely daughter smiled enthusiastically though I wondered how she felt in the company of two middle aged obsessive Georgie fans?
There was a good hour of nattering before a far too short meet-up with Rhona or Georgia, as she’s known to those of us in the “George world.” Cars and Trains eh Rhona….or was it more a case of no bloody trams!!!
Ange and Geri waited quietly under the “spiky thing” for us to join them. A couple of shy ladies they where a little nervous of going in alone……Ok, Ok truth is there a couple of big gobs and I had their tickets!!! (Don’t hurt me girls…only joking!) It was bloody great to see them again though and the five of us where high as kites. We where bubbly, giggly, and to be honest we behaved like a bunch of teenagers who been let out after being grounded for 6 months.
The venue, Manchester City Stadium wasn’t as huge as I’d expected. Now don’t laugh, I’d never been to a football stadium before and my view of the stage was far better than I’d expected. Sophie Ellis Bexter was first on stage, her green dress resembling a Viscount biscuit. She did her best to get us going, but let’s be honest here, I wasn’t there to see her and neither where the other 65,000 people. We where there to see George Michael and we all kept our enthusiasm and energy for when OUR MAN walked out on stage.
The uproar of so many people is quite some sound and the emotion I felt as The Greek God came out on stage was overpowering. I screamed his name as loud as I could and then just cheered and screamed like a banshee. I turned and smiled at Kim, words where not necessary. I knew that I was in good company, she, like most of the people around me knew exactly what was going through my mind, for they surely felt it too. In this place there was no need to try and explain myself, in this place I was with like-minded people who understood and would never belittle me for the love I now felt.
“Fastlove” exploded, we danced and screamed as Yog hit every note and danced his socks off. The rain that drenched him just made him sexier and did nothing to dampen my spirits. He smiled, giggled and chatted and I hung on to his every word.
By the time we got to “Father Figure” I could feel myself starting to blubber. Uncontrollably but silently the tears started to flow down my checks. Momentarily I worried about the black eyeliner that was probably half was down my face by now, but there was nothing I could do to stop the tears. Through out this song I stared at the large screen, never once looking away from my “Idol.” My god what does this man have over me? Why does he make me feel like this?
“Everything she wants” got me dancing again and I took my eyes off the screen and watched the perfect figure of the man dancing around the stage. I remember George saying in early 06 that this would be a different tour to those earlier in his life…he wouldn’t be shaking his bum these days….Yog you lied, and my god you still shake it so well!!!!
“Praying For Time” had the tears flowing again, why did he do this? Why did he take me right up and then play with my emotions by singing an emotional Ballard? Now he was touching me again somewhere deep in my soul, these are songs that have been of great comfort to me in my lower moments, songs that really do mean something.
One of my favourites “Star People” had my screaming his name and that led to the hilarious but controversial “Shoot The Dog.” Now we can laugh at it but how worrying it is to know that this “Pop Star” actually saw things clearer than the politicians and indeed the Prime Minister!!!
The 20mins break actually brought sadness, we where half way through. Would I ever feel this way again? Would I ever get to feel these emotions again? I have to believe that one day I will, for my future sanity I have to believe……..
Suddenly he’s back on stage, OMG what is he wearing? George dressed as an American police Office for “Outside”…..OMG…...yeah that really does it for me.(mind you George dresses as Coco the clown would probably “do it” for me. )
“Spinning the Wheel” and he has us all waving our arms in the air, the thought crosses my mind that this reminded me ever so slightly of playing “Simon says” at school. Yes George, Of course George, ANYTHING you say George. “Flawless” another favourite “Causes your beautiful, like no other.”
“Amazing,” for darling Kenny, the man he loves. Lucky git, luckiest man alive I think. (Helen please take him home!) And yeah, I sang it too…. nanana nanana .Magic ,pure magic.
“The Edge of Heaven” was a treat as I’d never heard him perform it live before, “Careless Whisper”- perfection. He left us briefly coming back onto the stage for one last time for “Freedom 90” …..WOW. As fantastic and affective as the day it was written. “You’ve got to give for what you take.”
George darling you’ve done it again, left my emotions in tatters. Left me needing more, left me more obsessed than I’ve ever been, but left me knowing and understanding why to me you are so special. Not an hour of any waking moment goes past without a thought of you and what you’ve given me. Thank you George for being there when I need a friend, a shoulder to cry on or a little piece of sanity. You’re my inspiration at happy times and my comfort at lower moment. I never need to drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine, not when I’ve got you to turn too. Till the next time we spend an evening together George, Thank you….and I’ll be “Waiting”

I must also mention my lovely friends on GMFORUMS. I feel such a bond with you, an understanding that needs no explaining….truly my dearest friends….from the bottom of my heart, I also thank you. http://www.georgemichaelforums.com/

Dexi 10/1/96- 24/6/07

Written on the 25/6/o7

We have just lost our lovely Blanik Alliance, or Dexi as he was known to all who loved him.
From the first litter I had bred,He was a very special boy, his show ring achievements alone where a credit to him. He gained 1 CC, 3 RCC and was graded V at all his adult breed/ championship shows. Dexi was joint 3rd top sire in 1999 and 10th top winning GSD male in 2000. He was also Breed survey class 1 and sire of top winning puppy Nordau Krystal.
All that said and done it really is only the icing on the cake isn't it. First and foremost Dexi was our pet, he was a large, funny, clumsy, affectionate dog. He slept in the bedroom and over the last few years was more likely to be found snoring on the sofa than exercising in the fields.(though to be honest he always was a couch potato) But even as recent as last Thursday Dexi had a run around the bottom field when my friend had called up with her dog Lia. (Some of you will remember B. Billi-Lee)That day he was bubbly, cocky and full of himself. Really it was 9pm last night before the alarm bells started ringing again. He had been sick and was breathing strangely. Long story short.... By 11pm we where at the vets and having to make that dread-full decision. Great for him but Steve and I are gutted.
The small puppy didn't really stand out in the litter. I guess, being the greedy one, till he was 6wks he was just a little fat blob. But I remember when I then saw something in him and that "something" then stayed forever. We had several enquires for Dexi, when he was around 2 yrs we where offered £4,000 for him. No I'm not boasting, We would NEVER have sold OUR dog but we where gutted to be told by a top breeder that if he'd been owned by a top kennel like his own, he would have been a champion before he was 3 yrs old. Sadly this is possibly true!
The heavens opened this morning, the rain has never stopped. But dear Steve still had to dig a hole in the front garden, and Dexi now lies with his mother and his uncle Blade.
Nos Da "Blanik Alliance." and Thank you for every thing you gave us. You Have been Loved