Mummy had to go to the garden centre yesterday to buy a spade to get engraved for her school’s special turf-cutting ceremony. I told her that she didn’t need to buy a special spade when I would happily dig a hole for free and I’m definitely special enough without any engraving. When she was at the garden centre, she wandered into the pet corner and found literally the best yummies I’ve had for quite some time. I liked them so much, I’m going to add them to my Edibles page and do a little picture with the packet.
These are dried Venison Marrow Bones from Billy + Margot. I’ve tried their seaweed popcorn and I wasn’t convinced. I didn’t know what to do with the odd fluffy crunchballs, but the venison bones are out of this world. I don’t normally spend a lot of time with things like this. I’ve had a buffalo horn for over a year now and mostly I just carry it round, dropping it behind the sofa for laughs. But this venison totally captured my attention. Big tick in the Chuck-friendly box for Billy + Margot!
I’m going to be at Crufts 2015. We are members of the Welsh Terrier Club UK and at many events across the UK, the club has a stand promoting the breed. The Kennel Club UK has said that Welsh Terriers are an “at watch” vulnerable breed. Vulnerable breeds have fewer than 300 puppies registered as born per annum. “At Watch” breeds have around 300 or slightly more per annum. This is a big shame, because WTs are brilliant dogs. We are one of the oldest breeds ever, and to see so few of us registered is a great shame. The club’s stands at various events promotes the breed but also educates people who are looking for a puppy or for general information about what we’re like. Obviously, we’re pawsome, but the word needs to get out somehow!
It’s people who say “aww, a miniature Airedale” that my mummy and daddy meet the most. Only today, I was squatting down to do my business on my lunchtime walk and a lady came over to say “Look! A baby Airedale puppy doing a poo!”. This was fairly upsetting on two levels. Firstly, I was trying to do my business, and really – who tries to pet anyone doing that? Secondly, I’m not an Airedale. I’m also not a puppy. I growled. Mummy did a human version of a growl.
I digress. The reason I mentioned Crufts was that in preparation for this event, I needed a haircut. The KC state a certain breed standard for shape and grooming and as I’m representing my breed, it’s important that I look vaguely appropriate. Welsh Terriers are like many dogs who don’t shed their fur. We grow an undercoat that needs to be stripped back (hand plucked) every few months. So technically, I didn’t really have a haircut today – I had a furstrip. We have a lovely groomer called Teresa who comes to Wycombe regularly. You can see her website here. She told my Daddy how great I was during my furstrip. Look at the results!!! Aren’t I handsome?
