Puppies

The first SPCA puppy walking volunteering Monday night walk kicked off with these three adorable bundles of fluff.

These eight-week old brothers haven't had their final shots yet so they weren't able to be walked on the footpath. Instead we got to carry them around the usual waterfront route.

To say they were a star attraction would be to dive into a very deep pool of understatement: these little guys charmed the pants off the public (the aim of the walks is to socialise the puppies) and our usual hour long walk took almost double that as we stopped for people to coo over them.

But oh my, the joy of holding these tiny, warm bodies and breathing in their adorable puppy smell was intoxicating. It was all I could do not to pop one of them in my pocket on the way home.

Apologies for the unflattering pic below (of the humans, anyway); those SPCA vests must be one of the least sexy garments known to womankind.

     

Dogs and wreaths

Last night we had our final SPCA puppy walk of the year. It was gloriously sunny (the season has finally remembered its name) and I had the pleasure of walking this wee sweetie - a four month old heading dog.

The Animator joined us after work with Bristol, as he is wont, and wee Brizz wasn't terribly happy his Mama was walking another dog. There was much puffing out of his chest and growling at the puppy, who only wanted to play. I couldn't be cross at the Hound for long though, the poor sweetie had been to the vet for his annual jab yesterday and was feeling a bit poorly.

But I've loved every minute of the SPCA volunteering this year (okay, maybe not the winter months when it was so cold I lost feeling in my toes) and I will definitely be back next year.

In other news, I finally got sick of our tacky tinsel/fake ivy wreath and attempted to make a fresh one using bits and bobs from the garden. God only knows how long it will last in this heat but it doesn't look too shabby, if I say so myself.