She's arrived
You have to feel sorry for her, a scrap of nothing on the end of a string. Well, not exactly nothing. A 4 1/2 year old Cairn terrier who goes by the name of Stella (star). Stella that is to the vet. Hooligan to me. Stripped of her rather tatty top coat (she's just had adoreable if unexpected puppies) at the moment she looks like a skinned rabbit. And that's not all.
You have to feel sorry for her, a scrap of nothing on the end of a string. Well, not exactly nothing. A 4 1/2 year old Cairn terrier who goes by the name of Stella (star). Stella that is to the vet. Hooligan to me. Stripped of her rather tatty top coat (she's just had adoreable if unexpected puppies) at the moment she looks like a skinned rabbit. And that's not all.
Stella comes from a beautiful part of the world, Fen Country just outside of Peterborough. Her home was a quiet side road with fields for walks close by. Her world was that of a small kennel and cattery although she lived in a large warm kitchen. The odd car probably passed close by the house but the kennels in the large back garden were peaceful and quiet. That was, until Monday night. Now she lives in a busy side street close by a main road. Stella is not amused. Tuesday night my neighbour had visitors. As they left Stella suddenly barked. 'No Stella' (an infuriating word for a little girl at the moment). The bark softened. For ten minutes a series of grizzles, grumbles and general muttering came from the direction of the sheepskin rug by the side of the bed. It's difficult to say 'no' when one is desperately trying not to laugh. As soon as it quietened she went to sleep. Job done. She'd seen them off.
Photograph copyright Anglyairn Kennels and Cattery.
Photograph copyright Anglyairn Kennels and Cattery.