by Arthur Witten | May 14, 2001 | Liquorice
Liquorice has firm beliefs in her human’s unequaled talents for becoming lost ever since I used to train her to walk on her leash by circling tree trunks, doing endless figure eights and reverse figure eights in sight of our home. She was convinced that I could...
by Arthur Witten | May 6, 2001 | Liquorice
Liquorice and I, as is usual these days, went on our early morning walk along our rural roadways. The last couple of days she has been most concerned about a heap of rubbish our neighbor has placed on the roadside ready for the Camden Council’s clean-up day....
by Arthur Witten | May 4, 2001 | Liquorice
The times I have shared with Liquorice of an early morning, before the family rises, have meant a great deal to me. It is when I quietly sit in my father’s chair in the breezeway and give my little girl a nurse (not suckle <vbg>) in the breezeway of our...
by Arthur Witten | May 2, 2001 | Liquorice
Today I mowed the back lawn shorter than normal. Usually the mulching attachment on the ride-on mower cuts the clippings up very fine and blows them back into the lawn. This works well however there comes a time when the amount of new and old grass clippings becomes...
by Arthur Witten | Apr 20, 2001 | Liquorice
Yesterday we returned with Liquorice to the place of her birth at the “ancestral” home of Planhaven Kennels and the delightful Francis Wilson. I am sure she would not mind her magnificent Newfs receiving primary acknowledgement. It was a lovely autumn day...
