Lettice's birthday...

today she is thirteen years old.

She arrived from a dog pound in Wales in August 1998.

She was six months old, skin and bone and the most scared little dog you ever did see.

She had been beaten and kicked, everything spooked her; she wouldn't walk on a lead, children frightened the living daylights out of her.  She didn't know the meaning of toys, playing, having fun.  She has been my most faithful and devoted furry friend. 

She is now a normal happy bouncy dog, a little timid and shy, a trait she obviously gets from me!

She loves her toys and adores watching the television, politics were she growls if she doesn't approve of the message they are peddling. Formula One motor racing and the Proms at the Royal Albert Hall are particular favourites.  And of course wild life programmes.

When Simon was dying she kept me sane.  Together we nursed him at home until the final morning in August 2000 he died.  I lifted her up to his body for her to sniff, in order for her to know he was dead.  
From that day on she never looked for him - she knew.