Ithink I have mentioned before how Max loved training like no other dog we have ever known. He wasn’t really a dog who liked doggie things but instead loved any chance to interact with his human. One of his favourite pastimes was playing scent. He first learnt how to scent in training classes. Davidd would be given a sterile cloth which he would rub between his hands to get it smelling of his scent. The dog trainer would then hide the cloth somewhere within the hall we used for training and Davidd would get Max to smell his hands to give him the scent and then send him to find where the cloth was hidden. He would have made an excellent police tracker dog because it never took him long to find the cloth no matter how ingenious our dog trainer was at hiding it.
Erm… I never was any good at forward planning and no your eyes are not deceiving you. When I decided to call this series of posts “Jammy Toast Dogs”, I had forgotten that Davidd and I also had some very interesting cats over the years who you might like to hear about also – none more so than Sooty. Actually I am not even sure if Sooty was a cat, he was more like a Panther the size of him. Sooty started life as a feral cat, born in Cammell Laird shipyard where there is an army of feral cats, I believe. He was captured by a cat charity and a lady in Bromborough was in the process of rehoming him and his family when we came across him. He had such a marvellous personality and was so tame and friendly for a feral cat that we couldn’t help but fall in love with him and give him a home. We had Max at the time – the killer German Shepherd, who hated cats – so what could possibly go wrong?
Our current German Shepherd is a dog by the name of Rico. Rico is a little bit special in that everything on this planet is only here to entertain him, or at least that’s how he thinks. Rico didn’t have a very promising start to life as his first owner died. The family didn’t really know what to do with him and so they left him in his former owners flat and just went a couple of times a day to let him out and to feed him. That situation lasted for around six months. Eventually he was given to the Dog’s Trust in Liverpool who manged to rehome him with another family. Unfortunately, the man from his new family had an accident and ended up in a wheelchair. Rico’s new family were still determined to keep him up until the point he decided it would be good fun to attack the wheels on his owner’s wheelchair. After this latest trick he was returned to the Dog’s Trust and that is where we found him.
Last time I told you how we went to a dog show and saw a white, long haired German Shepherd win the best in breed prize and nearly cause a riot. From that moment forth Davidd was determined we were going to get one. The owner of the winning dog had given us the contact details in Wrexham of the breeder of her dog and Davidd was resolute in his desire to get one and terrorise the local breeding community. He rang her the following week and arranged for us to go and view a new litter of puppies that were around four weeks old at the time.
Iwas reading our local paper, the Wirral Globe, the other week when I came across a story which brought back many memories. The story concerned a derelict crane collapsing into the River Mersey. Nothing too exciting, it was only few paragraphs explaining that emergency services had been called in the early evening following reports of the crane collapsing into the river from a derelict jetty in Rock Ferry. The story went on to explain that Wirral Coastguard Rescue Team attended and checked the area to make sure the collapse had not caused any damage to nearby vessels. No-one was injured during the collapse. In a statement, the Coastguard said: “Luckily, members of the public who had witnessed the crane collapsing confirmed that no-one was involved and that the crane was now fully submerged.” Not the most exciting story ever told by the Globe but one which brought memories of better times down at Tranmere.
All the German Shepherds we have owned went to training classes as puppies. Some of them really enjoyed it and so went for longer than those who didn’t really like the experience. For example, Max loved every type of training class he went to – obedience and agility. I think he loved them because it was a chance to work with his humans and he loved his humans like no other dog I have ever known. Max even entered some competitions – just small, local events nothing too grandiose – and enjoyed the experience. On the other hand, Major hated being told what to do and any form of fun that didn’t involve his football was not for him.
Hello, my name is Bimbo. I am Great Uncle to all the bears even though I am not really a Renault Bear myself. It is a bit of an honorary title because I am a very old teddy bear. Today, I have talked Davidd into letting me continue a series of posts about the cars we have owned which I started back in 2013. Stretching back to the 1960s and running through to the modern day, I hope to cover every car we have ever owned and tell you a little bit about them. We spend a great deal of time during our lifetimes in cars but we quite often take them for granted. However, some cars are fascinating pieces of engineering which is why I originally thought this would make a great idea for a column.