A pre-condition of getting Leah from the Dog's home was that she would need to be speyed. As usual, Nick, trained in Lambeth's Dog psychology, wanted none of it. We ignored the Dog's Refuge for a year and eventually they just made the appointment and summoned Leah to the Vet.

Being unused to having a Bitch we thought they all these dog loving people would be up on advances in medical technology and use key hole surgery to simply tie up the tubes.  Not so, a full removal of all parts plus they do not use self dissolving stitches. Poor Leah is now confined with a cone to being walked on lead. So no more running freely and she is totally fed up and this is only day 3.

We now have another urban being staying with us; nephew from Birmingham who had no experience of countryside or dogs. Here is a picture of Leah taken by said nephew. ...

Our boys had become increasingly fascinated by dogs over the last year and one of their favourite games was " playing dog ".