• Border Collie for a border collie

    So it happens that I’ve got a very talented mothers (both my own and  in – law). She is not only an absolutely adorable, sweet woman but she knits like a pro! I’m absolutely obsessed when it comes to handmade presents. it is something my mother has always given me since I was a little girl. Handmade gifts were the most precious of them all and they still are, even more so. Therefore, every Christmas, birthday and occasionally without an occasion whatsoever I am being spoiled with all some beautiful treats from my own mother as well as Ann. Here is her rendition of a border collie, Dj  isproudly modelling.…

  • Gałgan

    Gałgan to pociecha mojej byłej uczennicy, która zdecydowała się na borderka kilka tygodni temu. Spotykamy się na regularnych spacerach, na których Gałgi uczy się dosłownie wszystkiego od swojego starszego przyjaciela – od zaganiania owiec, po rzucanie frisbee. Mały od razu zdobył serce Django, który go naucza i strofuje (oczywiście, tylko gdy trzeba). Gałgan po prostu tak przepada za Django, że z utęsknieniem czeka na to, by się z nim zobaczyć. Django natomiast jest tak cierpliwy i wyrozumiały, że nawet pozwala mu łapać swoje frisbee (!).

  • Glamping!!!

    Right… Let me start by saying, we didn’t want to go on holiday without DJ. We wanted to take him along, so we googled the best way of bringing the four legged companion along on our hollies. Turns out “glamping” is the best. “Glamping” refers to “glamorous camping” and defines places where you can stay (with your pet or without) in some totally secluded places. Think “camping in the middle of the woods”, “close to the cliffs at the seaside”, etc. We chose to go to Mid and South Wales and stay in a caravan (and one night in a hotel) that allows dogs. MY GOD WHAT A FANTASTIC IDEA…

  • Frisbee mad

    If he could, he’d spend 24/7 on catching that “orange pancake” as my father jokes. Django is totally, utterly, absolutely frisbee obsessed and I’m more and more amazed at somersaults and jumps he tries while on his walk. Is there a frisbee catch competition or something? I should check it out, I guess… 😉 Django ma totalnego świra na punkcie “pomarańczowego naleśnika” (jak go pieszczotliwie nazywa mój ojciec :-)) i gdyby mógł, spędzałby 24 na dobę na skakaniu i łapaniu go w powietrzu. Jego salta i skoki robią się coraz bardziej skomplikowane, a mnie czasem dech zapiera w piersiach patrząc jak koziołkuje w powietrzu, żeby złapać swoje Frisbee. Musze sprawdzić,…

  • I’m a swimmer!

    At first we thought there is simply no chance to get Django into water. He was fearing it a bit as a pup and he wasn’t keen on it at all. Until the moment, where there was a little bit of flooding near his favourite frisbee field which created a mini – lake. I put my wellies on and tried to throw his frisbee into the pool of water, standing in the middle of it myself, so that he knew it was safe. He wasn’t sure at first but then… it was no stopping him. He loved it and has been obsessed with water ever since! This was a major…

  • This tongue!

    My boy is growing up and getting more and more handsome each day. He is such a sweet, caring and soft soul, my Goodness! His jumps are getting higher and higher and sometimes I worry if he’s going to injure himself by accident doing one of his somersaults. Frisbee is his obsession – he gets so excited by chasing “this flat pancake” as my dad poetically puts it 😀

  • Happy 2019

    We welcomed it chilling out on the sofa watching to Polish TV (well, I was, Paul not so much ;-D). A bottle of cava in our hands went pretty quickly. I haven’t posted in six months, omg, just realised! Time flies so quickly…So much happened – I started singing again and felt more energised, happier and relaxed. Django is a fantastic, caring little pup who makes me smile, laugh, who brought sanity back into my life. I was so depressed after losing Bigos. I realised I was much closer to my dog than to many of my family members. He wasn’t “just a dog”, it’s not “just a dog business”…

  • With us

    He’s coming home. Runcorn phoned, we can come and collect him. We took our little fluffy cloud to the hospital hoping he’d recover but it wasn’t meant to be. All I can do now is fill my necklace I got for myself with his ashes. We took Django with us to the hospital and needless to say, the anaesthesiologist couldn’t stop kissing him. The quote of today: ” I love the smell of their sweaty paws”, she said talking about puppies 🙂 Wiedziałam, że jeśli pochowam moją włochatą chmurkę w domowym ogrodzie, to nigdy się nie przeprowadzę, nie sprzedam domu, nie pójdę do przodu. Może infantylne, ale tak by było.…

  • Django

    5 days, this is how long I was able to stand the silence. I hated it, I despised it, I wanted it out of my life. Not hearing Bigos’ paws on the stairs, not hearing his snoring, not being able to put my hands in his fur and give him a hug was a torture. I kept crying and crying and I realised that I’m on the way to get seriously depressed. So I chose preloved.co.uk and started looking for a pup that would be nothing like Bigos. DIfferent breed, different name, complete opposite. We found the farm in Powys, the owners just welcomed a litter of border-collie pups. Only…

  • Signs

    I believe in signs, I really do. Yesterday we all went for a walk up in Moel Famau. Dad took thousands of pictures and when he came back home looked through them. Then he Face-Timed me saying I’m not gonna believe this particular one. Now, before you put a label of a mad person on me, let me explain. It was cloudy, there was no sun, noone saw anything. One may not believe in anything like that and that’s OK. But It brought me comfort. This picture was taken on the day Bigos was cremated. White ray of light coming from the tree branches. You can almost see a silhouette…

  • Moel Famau

    5 hours walk up to Moel Famau. Bigos made it only once. From the top of the Moel Famau mountain you can see all the places we lived together. I left a woolen dog and a black ribbon up there. Spotted a field of heather with a solitary, cotton -like plant in the middle. Beautiful. i Dziś całą rodziną przez 5 godzin szliśmy na szczyt Moel Famau. Bigos wspiął się tam tylko raz. Ze szczytu widać właściwie wszystkie miejsca, w których mieszkaliśmy razem. Powiesiliśmy wstążkę, po drodze znaleźliśmy samotny krzak bawełny, którego kwiaty przypomniały nam wszystkim białe, Bigosowe futerko… Leczymy się wspomnieniami.

  • End is a beginning of something new.

    It wasn’t a deciding night, there were deciding hours. At 23.00 we took the decision to euthanise. I’ve got no tears left to cry. Bigos was with me almost from the very beginning of my new life in the UK. I can’t tell you how much I miss him already, I have no words. I need to believe this is a beginning of something new. Below: the first and the last picture I’ve ever taken of my beautiful fluffy cloud. I love you so much <3 To nie była decydująca noc, to były decydujące godziny. O 23.00 podjęliśmy decyzję o uśpieniu. Byliśmy z nim do ostatniego momentu. Nie mam łez.…