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Saffy has had a full day. Apart from her usual twice-a-day meals and two walks, she had barked at the postman, enjoyed nipping around his ankles (but not actually biting),... Read more : How do you sleep at night?

Tribute to Bales Buddies that helps children with autism and their families Flynn walked calmly among the children, allow them to touch and stroke him. He is a therapeutic dog,... Read more : The Public, the Private and the Secret

His breath was deep and slow and his heart rate regular. There was no pinch reflex as pressure was applied to his toes. His eyes were closed as the surgeon... Read more : The Secret of the Middle Way

The buzzing was loud in the crisp Spring afternoon. A distinct feel of cleanliness could be savoured as an April shower had come and passed. A train of jackdaws could... Read more : The Impossible, the Inconceivable and the Incredible

River looked at the chrysalis hanging on the leaf. He was puzzled and curious. Only yesterday, he saw a green caterpillar at the same spot. It had been there for... Read more : Resurrection

Amber, a three-year-old red Cocker Spaniel, was leaping around and above the ground, chasing Admiral butterflies. Not long after, she was sniffing the fresh green grass, scanning for an interesting... Read more : Envision, Create and Believe

Sprocket, a curious Terrier, went to his water bowl. It had a bit of water left. He lapped the remaining water up with gusto, spilling a bit around the bowl... Read more : Fill up your tank

Stanley, a five-year-old Springer, would sometimes forget himself and wee at his favourite potted plant in the living room. Almost immediately, he would run away and hide, as though knowing... Read more : Forgive and Grow

The air was fresh and crisp. It smelt like Spring. Early daffodils were flashing their pretty white and yellow heads. Snowdrops were emerging, freshened by the wet and the cold... Read more : Who will steal your Joy?

The ground trembled as the wildebeest stampeded across the savannah. Covered in glistening sweat, snorting furiously through their nostrils, they ran. Dust clouds swirled around them, obscuring many of them... Read more : Run

The birds were singing their songs. The air was crisp. The freshness of Spring could be smelt. Sprite, a seven-month-old Whippet-Bedlington cross was tugging his guardian’s trousers, stopping occasionally staring... Read more : Play

The peacock butterfly landed on a yellow buttercup, slowly flapping its wings in the warm sunshine. A middle-aged man wearing a top hat and Bermudas was dancing outrageously on his... Read more : Grace