Hovis

I was working today and, not long after arriving home, my Mum phoned me to say that her Airedale, Baxter, had collasped on their walk in Rivington. She had left him with friends to go and collect her car so that she could take Baxter to the emergency vets and she wanted me to go with her. Unfortunately, by the time she'd got her car and got back to Baxter, he had passed away. Baxter was a brilliant, placid and playful dog. He was 12 years old and that's quite a good age for a big dog. I also think it wasn't a bad way for him to leave this earth....out on his daily walk on a lovely, crisp Winter day. RIP Baxter.

The other thing is that when something horrible happens, it makes me appreciate what I have. So my blip today is Hovis who, minutes after this was taken, had his nose in a cup of milk which was Jed's! He might be a mad old Springer but he's mine!