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A year ago Buddy came into our lives.  Twelve months ago he was a rather forlorn, sorry-looking thing – skinny, timid and very much alone.

A very skinny looking Buddy March 2010…

He’s now come out of his shell, is bouncy, loving, smart and full of beans.  He may still be a nutcase outside, anxious around other dogs, and occasionally greet us when we get home from work with a can of tinned tomatoes in his mouth…but we love him.

Here he is today, looking handsome, healthy and still pulling that woeful look that I first fell in love with at the dogs home.

Buddy March 2011

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Wishing you all a very Happy New Year!

Mr Rigg, Buddy and I spent this morning down on the allotment attempting to work off the copious amounts of rich food we have eaten over Christmas.

Though the jobs involved shifting poo and digging out a small oak tree, and at one point the rain came driving down, we had a good morning.

The large mound of manure has now gone and the allotment looks very neat…if very brown and slightly smelly.  We relocated four rhubarb crowns from the middle of the allotment to the bottom, to sit happily with the other rhubarb plants.

I cleared quite a number of ratty looking raspberry canes from the end behind the ‘shed’ (should be called a shack really), and together we dug out a small oak tree (one more to go).  I know it sounds terrible to be digging out an oak tree, but the allotment officer advised we should before they get too big.

Before we left we lit up the Kelly Kettle – its first use, despite being Mr Rigg’s birthday present back in May. 

With the bottom part filled with newspaper and tiny fir cones, it soon got the water boiling and we enjoyed a cup of herbal tea in our new enamel ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ mugs.  Perfect for allotment picnics!

Our Christmas day morning was spent munching on some of the best bought buttery croissants (from Waitrose) topped with generous spoonfuls of our homemade strawberry jam.  And if you’re me, an extra helping of butter.

Then we helped Buddy open his stocking – our first Christmas with him – and he was so funny.  He was so interested as Mr Rigg began to open the bag of goodies…

perhaps not so keen on the silly Father Christmas hat and scarf chosen by me…

…but he does love his new friend Mr Pheasant…

…especially when you squeeze him and he honks …

Ah, the joys of Christmas with animals!

Yesterday we had a lovely time playing with Buddy in our local park.  If you throw a tennis ball he’s off like a shot after it and determined to catch it, with lots of growling if he misses it.

With the weather bringing more rain the park is getting wetter, which ultimately means more chance to slip.  Buddy has had a few near misses in his determination to ‘get that ball’. 

Yesterday the near misses culminated in one almighty tumble – first his front legs slid under him, then his shoulder and face met with the muddy grass, his bottom and feet came up over his shoulders and finished in a roll.

Poor Buddy – he had a mouth full of grass, one side of his face the hair was slicked back, his collar was full of mud – but he looked so happy!  He was less happy when we got home and the hose pipe came out…

We also tried Petplan’s pet IQ test out on Buddy over the weekend and he scored quite well – good fun have a go!

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