Day 165 - Cat and Dog on the Rainbow Rug

Day 161 - Old Mate

Day 135 - One Hundred And Five In Dog Years

Ripper turned fifteen today.

Quite amazing for a Labrador, although unofficial records say that others have lived to anywhere between twenty-four to twenty-nine years of age.

He was a pet shop special, probably from a puppy mill, bought in the days before I even realised they existed, much less knew how awful they were.

Sold as a pure-bred, we received a phone call a few days later informing us 'the vet' thought there was 'something else' in him, and would we like to return him?

There was no way that was going to happen.

Ripper barely set a foot wrong, even as a puppy, apart from the odd escapade with Whoopi (who died in 2011) where they ended up in the pound.

There have been times over the last couple of years when I thought he wouldn't last the week, but he keeps on keeping on, albeit really slowly these days.

He is the most gentle, smart and intuitive dog. I don't think there'll ever be another one like him.

Happy birthday, old mate.
 

Day 113 - The Land of (Frothy) Milk and Honey

Featuring special guest photographer Emma, who took a few pics while I drank her fancy coffee and hung out with her dog, Honey.

Day 94 - Never Far Away

Day 53 - The Not-So-Famous Five

Plus Honey the dog.

Day 24 - Three-legged Molly