Yes, this is perhaps the most relevant update in our life during our short hiatus: my boyfriend has nobbled his foot beneath the loading ramp of a skip, leaving Jasper and I alone on our travels.
It has been seven weeks and counting, and Jasper has learned quickly. He now only approaches me when he wants to go out, and gives only me The Eyes. Bad foot or not, Andrew doesn’t know how good he has it…
Jasper at Newbiggin-by-the-Sea: In Three Parts
After the storm – after the sand and the gales and the trauma – we returned to Blyth beach a few days later for a glorious walk in the sun. It was still cold but it was refreshing and we met plenty of people to talk to – and dogs to play with!
Jasper was almost faultless, coming away when called and absolutely nailing fetching the ball and we all absolutely loved it.
(He also did OK at posing for pictures too!) Continue reading “We Went Back”
Silly, stupid humans thought it didn’t seem too bad outside, and that it seemed like the worst of Storm ‘insert-stupid-name-here’ had missed us, really. Continue reading “Jasper v Doris”
In Morpeth, being a good boy.
We took Jasper down to meet my nephew, Ollie. It’s hard to say who enjoyed it the most, or even which is which to be honest.