A television producer returns from LA to his roots in the North of England. There he marries a Californian (who's still getting used to the cold) and fathers his fifth child at the age of 57.
Showing posts with label mud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mud. Show all posts
Friday, July 25, 2014
A really good idea
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Boots was about six inches long when we bought him, with the sweetest face and long, soft hair. I don’t think we ever checked the size of a fully grown English shepherd. Or if we did, we must have read centimetres for inches. For soon Boots was the size of a Shetland pony, an enormous hairy beast.
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Boots,
dogs,
English Shepherd dogs,
Hampstead Heath,
Joanna,
LIFE,
London,
Mabel,
mud,
Northumberland,
Truffle
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