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Category: Doggo


I love my little dog very, very much. He’s friendly and fluffy and he likes nothing better than cuddling up on the sofa.

But then there’s stuff like this:

Basically he’s a rescue, we got him as an adult, and he’s not at all food-motivated, so training recall into him is almost a complete non-starter. Spot the moment when we ran into the herd of deer.

Crashed out doggo

He’s a ludicrous creature, really, but I do love him. He’s like a living breathing teddy bear:

He seems to like nothing better than cuddling up with me on the sofa. Comes with bonus floof at the moment due to dog groomer being on hols.


This is Bob. Bob is a dog. He is a Very Good Boy. He came to us about a year ago from Hungary Hearts Dog Rescue. I have no idea what his life was like before he came to us, but I guess he had a bad time: he’s a very sweet, friendly and calm dog around the house, but outside he was super-reactive and very nervous. White vans and men in tracksuits in particular seemed to upset him.

Not having had a dog before, I must admit the learning curve was a steep one, and in retrospect getting a rescue as our first dog may not have been the wisest decision. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, and probably made him worse rather than better for the first few months.

Either way, a year and several thousand pounds’ worth of professional dog training later, he’s healthy, happy, mostly obedient, frequently hilarious, brilliant with the kids, and we love him to bits.

He’s a bit wet in this photo as we’ve just come back from a morning of scaring the bejesus out of the Muntjacs in the woods around Gravetye. As a result, he smells like a pub carpet. But he has a bone, so he doesn’t give a monkeys.