Nikki the Wonder Dog....

Not really in keeping with the usual subject matter of this blog but I can't help that just for today..
This post is in loving memory of our puppy Nikki who we had to put to sleep yesterday.
I'm not going to bother you all with the details.. suffice to say that she was 15 and a half and she'd had a very good and happy life... and I want this to be a celebration of her, and NOT at all maudlin.

'Go away.. he's mine'... 'oh and btw I look good from this angle don't I !' 

When I first came to live in Canada about 8 years ago, Nikki had already been with Bill for almost 7 years.. and she was very put out at the arrival of a new woman in HER house.

When I first arrived I got a lot of looks like the one above [and the one below for that matter] from her ladyship.. unlike her older brother Norman, who adored me from the off.

Norman did not care for photos.. Nikki in the background is sulking, as you can see.

But then Norman liked to nip noses and Bill wouldn't let him do it to him.. so I guess I was an easy target.

Then Bill went away for 6 months, posted to the middle east and Nikki and Norman and I were pretty much on our own.. and over the course of those long long months we fell into a happy state where we all just sat sprawled on the sofa eating chocolate.

I also taught her to walk off the lead and obey commands, like sit, which she really got quite good at, and stay.. which she did when SHE felt like it.

One of our favourite indulgences was always for her to crawl in next to me after Bill went to work at 6 in the morning. Especially after Norman died in 2005.. then it was just us girls for most of the day.

Of course it wasn't always necessary for me to be there at all...

Mummy is quite surplus to requirements actually.

Those are Bill's pillows she's asleep on.. I guess she could smell him, so it was always a favourite place.

So over the years Nikki and I came to an understanding... I was the head bitch in the house, and I made the rules.. and I had HER permission to say so ;o) .

That having been said she was always a daddy's girl.. as evidenced here by her ability to jump and sit on this precariously soft foot stool so she could watch out of the window for his return from work one day. I found her like this, having come in from the garden to find out what she was doing..

Just waiting Mummy.

Bless her.. Nikki awaits the return of the chief.

And although over time I came to be a very close second, Bill was always her favourite.. quite naturally, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

She liked to sleep when he slept..

 And work when he worked.. or played for that matter.

'Manchester United will win that one daddy, better put Berbatov in your team'..

Now that I come to think of it she liked to sleep a lot... and even though we had had her 'fixed' so to speak.. she wasn't always alone..

Please forgive the faux fur.. it was hiding a REALLY ugly Laz-y-boy.

She was an absolute tart when it came to having her picture taken, and unlike Norman who's backside I have dozens of shots of.. since at the first sight of a camera he would turn tail and flee.. she was ALWAYS front and centre when it came to photo time.

Flower girl at my sister's wedding in 2008, in our garden at home. 

She LOVED to sun herself.. and was always able to find a sunny spot, usually at the top of the stairs where the sun streams in through the sky light.

Or in the garden....

Just last August on the now much greener grass out the back.

Or on the brand new carpet that we had just had laid in the living room, before any of the furniture had gone back in..

Dreaming of digestive biscuits, or chasing the ducks at the pond, no doubt.

And she never looked cuter than in this is the last photo I took of her, last Thursday.

She had just had a rather severe hair cut and was feeling a little chilly round the nether regions what with all the snow.. but that didn't stop her posing for a series of shots from all angles..

So there you have it... Nikki the wonder dog.
Almost everything was entirely on her terms.. she loved you when she wanted you, she was aloof when she didn't. But she was our dearest companion and we loved her more than it's possible to say with just stupid words.
I'm going to end with my very favourite photograph of Nikki and Norman with Bill on Airforce beach from the summer of 2005..

Rest In Peace darling girl.. we will always love you.

Mummy xx

Of course Bill has his own perspective which is beautifully heartfelt..
He's such an old softie, and he adored that puppy.

Just a short one..

This is totally un- decor related but I just wanted to tell you all that my lovely husband Bill has started a blog of his own..
He's a 'Book Maniac' and has started a blog about all things booky... so naturally I had no problem finding an old picture of him... reading.

The blog is called  Books, Books, Books... and I'm sure he would appreciate a visit..
And just count yourselves lucky he didn't start a blog about football.. [soccer] .. since where that's concerned he's a total anorak.

Jo xx

Hubby's watching football.. YAY !

So the old man's as happy as a pig in poo because the premier league football season has started in the UK. He's Canadian but he has become obsessed with 'The Beautiful Game' since I came here to live, and is now a total anorak. For you North Americans btw I of course mean what you guys call soccer.
Only don't go blaming me.... he developed this obsession all on his lonesome... I don't mind footie, but honestly I can take it or leave it.
Still... thanks to Setanta sports he occupied for large chunks of time, and that suits me just fine..

I thought since I'm on a roll with this whole blogging thing.. I'd introduce you all to our puppy Nikki. Well I say puppy but actually she's 15, although in some ways you'd never know it, and she has personality + + .

I often tell people that.. 'we don't have any pets.. but our dog has TWO !!'

Haven't you heard of the Hell's Schnauzers ??

Don't fret.. we don't normally have her decked out like this, but she'd just been to the cleaners and Bill casually mentioned to our groomer Lindy that we teased the dog that we'd give her a mowhawk if she wasn't good, and when we went back to get her this is what we found !! It was only pink vegetable dye.. although it lasted a good three weeks.

I'm ready for my close up Mr DeMille.. TART !

This is what she looks like normally, rather scruffy and much like a baby sheep.. and she's a complete tart. Loves the camera and can often be found posing to have her photo taken.. as you'll discover when you see some of the before and after photos of the house.. Nikki has managed to get into many of them.

J xx