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Monday, 7 July 2014

Hello Strangers it's me again

It's been a while... Since I last wrote here a lot of confusion a lot of anger and some at times a harsh reality what we will do to endure, life's curved ball... Disclosure of what who knows only God? There's been times my whole life felt meaningless­čś▒

A journey begins in chaos, but it has a light... A blessing in the form of a Dog all the way from Tibet a graceful  creature, but so full of mischief and cunning, that are a lesson in Love unconditionally, if we but take time to ponder, and yet these same dogs, cats, all that could be classed as Pet know well the pain we feel when parted from our loved ones. My dog is my child and as such deserves the same protection as I do.

All animals for proper assessment for temporary accommodation, there are many many people who have both well behaved and obedient should stay with the companion family at all costs no more discrimination of an other separate life form.. To us it's our loved one and I want your to help him or her as well.

My dog poses no threat to anyone simply be cause I have with trainers learned to handle my kid with both grace and excellent manners.

There needs to be a registration of animals that have been trained in obedience classes old archaic rules do not apply we are an evolving species we need to show compassion and wisdom, when dealing with our animals all domestic should have the chance to be safe in times of disaster and homelessness have the same rights as a human and should be treated as such with in reason. 

Shops must open doors to dogs that are in the Constant canine companions dogs trained to bronze silver and gold standard post no threat to human and a dog can be muzzled in a homeless hotel or B&B, and help keep the rescues re homing free for those that need it, keep the pet with the family.

To landlords all I can say is you are losing an opera try to increase your growth by not letting some residents have a beloved no problem pet your missing a market... Just saying. There are a lot of homeless with dogs, simply because you will not trust your heart do your self a favour and look up puppy farms, rehoming  and Pounds for Poundies, the end of the life if your lucky not for the want of trying and have a real cool name Lexy Fleeming, her passion really moved me, and I might need to talk to Richard Branson soon.  

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

It's a dog's life!

So says the spoiled, thieving, cute and down right more clever than me mutt called Oberon aka Obi since he wandered into my life almost 5 years ago we both have went through some changes good, bad and well trying times almost like a roller coaster with no breaks, but his smile a Tibetan terrier smile is like no other, warm comforting and supportive which help with my emotional state, a lot more than I give him credit.
                      the first picture of my little boy how was I to know he now is my whole life

There is not a day that goes by I don't get a surprise or the tail end of his aggro, he one of those bull headed dogs that not only wants it all his way he do something to make it happen.. For instance going back maybe a year or so, I was on a very early walk with him, I walked down the hill and we spent the better part of a day just walking between Shoreham to Ovindean then back to Brighton Marina to get the 21 but to take us to the high flats...
                                 Looks like butter would not melt in his mouth, but it does

It was one of those nice days not overly hot nor cold and we had a long walk, I was tired thinking I can just turn off on the bus, now for my sins I forgot to bring treats which he expects on these long winding walks, but today I complacently forgot to collect them, I told him sorry, but as we got on the bus he gave me the cold treatment and laid on the floor of the bus and ignored me, dogs are very good at that.

He has 4 bowls with water but still would rather drink the stinking water from the fountain!

I was just starting to nod off, the trundling of the bus its swaying as it turned to leave the marina heading to Arundle road, can be a little twisty, lucky the bus was slow there was a lot of traffic for that time of day, I could feel my head starting to bounce up and down as my eyes grew so heavy, breathing heavy I felt my body slowly sway around I was actually enjoying the feeling and just staying with it, the peace was shattered.... Oi that's my fucking Brisket!

                                                                     NOMNOMNOM

Sitting bolt upright It took a few seconds to gain my wits about me, in front of me, stands a tall well built man in his 50s with a face like thunder raising his voice again that's my bloody Brisket your damn dog has in its mouth, looking down I can see a big chunk of meat hanging from his chops, the shock of what he don't just hits me and we have a crazy tug of war, as I try to rescue the quickly disappearing hunk of meat, as the last remnants of the slippery, bloody and expensive mess slides down his throat I look at the guy, thinking Oh shit!
When I see this picture it makes me think of a Bengal tiger the great hunter of the Brisket 

That's the beautiful thing about Tibetan Terriers they look just so handsome, the males in particular talking about my experience of Obi, most people that know him say how manly he looks my dear friend Carola says you can see it in his eyes, the way he watches everything you do, true fact you can't open a packet of crisps and not expect him to come and investigate, it’s just him, he even knows the sound of the drawer I use to house his treats.
                                                            Put the light out daddy!


Well this is the first in a series of short story's all about my lovable, hairy rascal called Oberon aka Obi, see you all again soon. Woof!