Lovely Sarah reminded me that I should really talk about Willow hound more. So, as a sort of apology to Willow for ignoring her, although she's never mentioned the fact she feels left out, I thought I'd do this quick homage to her life so far...
Well, Willow is a bit mad. Clearly proved above. Enough of that tho... back to her story...
Willow small and Willow big.
The puppy picture, above left, was Willow going into the garden for the first time after bringing her home. When I went to the breeders she was sleeping in her basket exactly like she is in the picture below. We decided to get one from a breeder as this was Leo's first dog and we wanted it to have good genetic history, to minimise the risk of future poorlyness.
My first collie, Woof, was bought for £10 from a farm at the bottom of Tryfan in Snowdonia, from the most beautiful and heart wrenching working mother and the most hardcore working father. Woof was the best dog I have ever had and out of all the beings on this planet that I have met, none have matched her in companionship. I can say this without fear of reprisal from my friends as they know already! Woof was irreplacable. Anyway, more about Willow...
Willow spends a lot of her time sleeping, like this...
Sometimes she sleeps like this...
She does love a fire.
My niece and Willow are the same age and are the best of friends.
The gangly stage.
This is Billy. Billy the Goat. He was Willows favourite toy. This is Billy trying to escape. Unfortunately it was his demise and Billy is no more.
It's so exhausting being a Willow.
Especially when you spend your day climbing trees.
What is that all about?!
My favourite Willow face!
The last thing Willows victims see.
So, that's Willow. I'll remember to include her in my pictures and stories from now on.