Dora is lying stretched out on the sofa, she shouldn’t really be on the sofa, but then she is just about to give birth, so is entitled to some privileges. Scout is lying at my feet—he hates to be left out and is determined to always be at the centre of everything, and I mean everything. I am curious to see how he takes to a houseful of puppies. He was brilliant with Dora when she arrived, so tolerant, too tolerant! Dora runs rings round him and he lets her: a doting uncle indulging his favourite niece. As a puppy Dora was extremely cute, but rather naughty… there was the time she did the ‘Wall of Death’ around the sitting room—leaving everyone open mouthed and somewhat incredulous; no one quite believing what they had just seen. I still think of her as ‘the pup’ and it’s odd to think that very soon she will have pups of her own.
It’s almost exactly 3 years since Mandy, Esther and I made the journey over to Germany, to Kassel and Rasko. As with most things ‘Munster’ that trip didn’t go entirely to plan! Turns out it’s a long way from Yorkshire to Kassel and not necessarily a trip to be done in a day! We only realised this while crossing the Channel—what to do? Find a hotel en route, or ring my friend who lives in Holland—not quite en route… but close enough… sort of! Fortunately, I have really lovely friends, who are totally unfazed by random 2-legged and 4-legged visitors arriving at unbelievably short notice. The next day, following an evening of generous hospitality (which, I seem to remember, included quite a lot of Cointreau), Mandy, Esther and I left Holland for Germany. Dora’s Father Rasko (Urban von St. Vit) has a delightful human family who have always welcomed us into their home with great generosity. I especially remember the copious cups of coffee and pieces of cake—guaranteed happiness! Mind you we nearly didn’t make it back to the UK, leaving the Arend house, happy and slightly high after a successful mating, or too much coffee, I forgot which side of the road I should be driving on and narrowly missed driving into an oncoming bus—oophs…
Nine weeks later and Dora was born. And that story I will leave for next time.
Dora learning to hold—and yes, it is a paint roller!
It’s almost exactly 3 years since Mandy, Esther and I made the journey over to Germany, to Kassel and Rasko. As with most things ‘Munster’ that trip didn’t go entirely to plan! Turns out it’s a long way from Yorkshire to Kassel and not necessarily a trip to be done in a day! We only realised this while crossing the Channel—what to do? Find a hotel en route, or ring my friend who lives in Holland—not quite en route… but close enough… sort of! Fortunately, I have really lovely friends, who are totally unfazed by random 2-legged and 4-legged visitors arriving at unbelievably short notice. The next day, following an evening of generous hospitality (which, I seem to remember, included quite a lot of Cointreau), Mandy, Esther and I left Holland for Germany. Dora’s Father Rasko (Urban von St. Vit) has a delightful human family who have always welcomed us into their home with great generosity. I especially remember the copious cups of coffee and pieces of cake—guaranteed happiness! Mind you we nearly didn’t make it back to the UK, leaving the Arend house, happy and slightly high after a successful mating, or too much coffee, I forgot which side of the road I should be driving on and narrowly missed driving into an oncoming bus—oophs…
Nine weeks later and Dora was born. And that story I will leave for next time.
Dora learning to hold—and yes, it is a paint roller!
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