Thursday, 2 November 2017

8 Things To Look Forward To This Autumn

8 Things To Look Forward To This Autumn

It seems that everyone's mood dips a little when the summer ends but, as I live I'm Wales (and am from Scotland), I can genuinely say that I've barely noticed the difference. I jest, of course; we had two beautiful days in August. Anyway, instead of looking at the changing season in a negative light, these are the things I'm genuinely looking forward to...

Darker Nights

I know not everyone is a fan, but darker nights mean candles and blankets in my house. There's something great about snuggling up on the sofa while the wind and dark swirl around outside. You can find me, watching Forensic Files, surrounded by candles, eating crisps (obviously), feeling pretty happy all round.

Taylor Swift's Reputation

I haven't been this in to the lead up to a new album since Beyonce dropped Formation from Lemonade. I know it got millions of YouTube hits but, if we're being honest, at least half of them were mine. Now that Taylor had released the first 2 tracks from 'Reputation', and I've been listening to them both on repeat, I'm so looking forward to the album release on November 10th.

Murder on The Orient Express

I'm not sure how many times this book has been dramatised, and every single one is my favourite, but I actually do think this new one will be my favourite favourite.  Aside from the fact that it has Kenneth Branagh playing Hercule Poirot (and we've already spoken about his acting talents...), it also has Dame Judi Dench and a slew of other famous famous.   It's pretty much impossible to go wrong with Agatha Christie as the quality of writing and twists and turns are genius, so it's hard to see how this can be anything but amazing.  Also - those outfits and the really posh English accents make me want to go back in time.  The new movie is released in December.

Robert Harris' Munich

Granted, this title is already out (as of Sept 21st), but I'm a little slower on the uptake than most people and am still making my way through the last Virgil Flowers book by John Sandford.  Anyway, apart from anything else, this book just *sounds* like it needs to be read in a darkened rooms, lit by a single flame, and me, with my map of Europe on the lounge coffee table, working out where I'm going to annex next.   I'm assuming that's how it was done back in the day, but I could well be wrong.   Anyway, I haven't met a Robert Harris book I haven't loved, so far, so I can't see why this new title would be any different.  I love the mix of historical fact meets fictional unreality that his volumes bring.  It's like you're cheating on your old history textbooks with something way cooler.

John Sandford's Deep Freeze

I'm still reading the last Virgil Flowers book (well, I say 'reading' but I'm actually listening through Audible, but a book's a book, right?), so I kinda need to get a move on since Deep Freeze dropped on October 19th.  Although the cases are always different, the lead characters lives move on with the books and, since I don't like my timeline being out of sync, I gotta read them in the order God intended.

Missing Maura Murray Podcast

I discovered true crime podcasts at the beginning of 2017 and have been addicted ever since.  Until now, I’ve only listened to ‘casts that have covered different stories each week, so when I found this one – which covers a single missing person case from 2004 – I wasn’t sure what they could possibly find to talk about each week to keep it interesting.   I started listening tentatively, sure I’d get totally bored after I got through the events of the actual disappearance of Maura Murray but, as it turns out, there’s so much more to the person, the investigation, the family members, boyfriend, friends, college acquaintances than I ever imagined.  In fact, the whole situation is odd right from the start.  Lance and Tim, who are the presenters, do a really great job of investigating and take a look at all angles, without pushing their own theories, which I found helpful.  That, so far, has allowed me to start to form my own opinions on the case.  If you want to become slightly obsessed with a girl who mysteriously vanished into thin air one cold February evening in rural New Hampshire, then this is definitely some essential autumn listening.  At the last count, there are around 55 episodes.  I’m at 12 and I’m already in way too deep.  Please listen and then come back and tell me what you think.  I really need someone to discuss it with and LT is so not interested.

You can find Missing Maura Murray Podcast on Podbean, iTunes and, I daresay, various other podcast listening apps that I’m unfamiliar with.

EmiSunshine's Ragged Dreams

I found this singer on a Rolling Stone’s list called something like ‘OMG Suz, You Will LOVE These Artists’, or something like that (it *may* have been Hot New Country Artists To Watch but whatever).  I downloaded an album called ‘Ragged Dreams’ from Apple Music and had a quick listen in my car on the way to work, in between bouts of practising my harmonies on Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani’s ‘Go Ahead and Break My Heart’, obviously.  And it’s scarily good.  When I Googled Emilie Sunshine, it turns out she was born in 2004, which makes her, like…..SO young it’s not even funny.  I mean, my first wedding was in 2004 and I’ve been married, divorced, relocated, reengaged and remarried since then.  Anyway, the fact that my life is kinda like some of the songs on this CD is neither here nor there.  The main thing is that this lady can SING.  And play ukulele.  And write songs.  And she’s amazing at ALL OF IT.   She’s a bona-fide artist whose Dad and brother play in her band (I’m not crying, you are…) and it might just be the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. She reminds me of Natalie Mains of Dixie Chicks and I am so looking forward to belting out her songs on the way to and from work over the coming months.

Quiet

I live in a tourist haven and it's hell for 6 weeks of summer because it becomes largely impossible to conduct your business, find car spaces, go to the bank, enjoy the tranquillity of your local coffee house and get to work on time, when your usually sleepy town transforms into a kind of Welsh Las Vegas. Everyone has now returned to where ever they came from and day to day tasks are easy again!

Don't get me wrong - it's fabulous that so many people come here and tourism is a major source of income for local business, but it's also lovely when it's all over. At least until the Christmas break...

Suzanne x

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

July: Hits and Misses

July: Hits and Misses

July has been a good month for discovering new stuffs in the Tam household.  Most of these have been food or drink based, but what can you do?  After a busy month involving a trip home to Scotland, my sister and cousin coming to Wales for a weekend, and a some down time at home, these are July's hits and misses:

Hits


Edinburgh Gin Rhubarb Liqueur:
OHMYGODTHISSTUFFISAMAZING.  Seriously.  I'm not a huge fan of gin, and by that I mean that I like wine more, but my Mum has a penchant for this stuff and Les and I had a few glasses while we were visiting my parents this month.  On the way home from Scotland, we popped in to the supermarket to do our usual weekly shopping and quickly realised that this is also sold in Wales. Wrexham, no less.  Clearly, in order to support my home nation, I had to buy a bottle.  Safe to say it hasn't lasted particularly long. It's 20% and we drink it neat. It's very sweet, but has the best smell ever.  It literally smells like rhubarb and custard boiled sweets and tastes like them, too.  Also: it's currently on offer for £16 a bottle, so buy two. 

Butternut Fingers Coconut Cups:
I adore anything that smells or tastes of coconut.  I'm talking coconut shampoo and conditioner, lip balm, body spray and, obviously for me, dry shampoo. I do try not to eat massive amounts of chocolate, but I found it impossible to walk past these as they cried out to me from the special foods aisle in Asda.  I'd only ever seen the original ones while travelling in the States, so had no idea they had deviated so deliciously from their original recipe.  To be honest, they taste like bounty bars, but better.  I don't know how they're better, but they just are. They were on special offer for £1 for a pack of four and taste even better when enjoyed with a cup of We Are Little's Coconut Coffee.  

Chocolate Rice Cakes:
I love salt and vinegar and paprika rice cakes as they have really strong tastes and I'm a fan of anything low fat that tastes like it probably shouldn't be. I had always shied away from the chocolate ones as they just, well...looked disgusting, if I'm being honest. As it turns out, they're not too bad. Not sure I could eat many at one sitting and that, my friends, is exactly the reason I should be buying more of them. 

Jo Nesbo - The Thirst:
I've been waiting way too long for the latest instalment in the life of my favourite Norwegian crime fighter, Harry Hole, and July was the month when I finally got my hands on the audiobook version of The Thirst. I use audio books to help me sleep and have a monthly account with Audible (Amazon's audiobook company). Apart from loving the writing and the character, I love the narration, which is always done by Sean Barratt. I am now incapable of buying an actual Jo Nesbo book as I miss hearing Barratt reading it out to me in his wonderful voice. 

The new title surrounds an old nemesis from the past, who manages to bring Hole out of retirement to track him down. The crimes are crazy and, as always, the darkness and sometimes bleak surroundings of Oslo fit the books perfectly.  I also found out on fb the other day that Michael Fassbender is playing Harry in the movie version of The Snowman.  I honestly can't wait to see him on the big screen. 

Coconut and Vanilla Deodorant Balm:
The fact that this smells of coconut always meant it had to be exceptionally bad for me not to instantly love it. Unfortunately, I'm someone who tends to overheat a lot and I find body sprays to be fairly ineffective on me. I use them simply for the smell as I tend not to use perfume (read: I'm quite lazy). I tend to stick exclusively to solid anti perspirants, which are usually Dove, but this little pot of joy has proven to be equally effective. I got it as part of my July Birchbox and it's the only thing I've had, so far, that I'll definitely be buying again.  I love trying all the samples, but this is the first thing I've found that I've decided I'll be unable to live without when it's gone. It's made by Native Unearthed and is entirely natural. It's around £6.60 for a 60ml pot. 

24 Box Set:
Yeah, I know, I'm like a decade behind, but I always get there eventually.  I've been staring at this box set for ever and, after a recent panic attack about my impending 40th birthday, I made it my mission to watch it. I have no idea what these things have to do with each other but, like I said, I was panicking. Anyway, it's so good!  Why didn't anyone tell me?? 
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Obviously, I decided to start watching 24 *just* when Amazon Prime decided that since everyone in the world had seen it, they'd remove it from my package. Clearly, this makes it a *touch* more difficult to tune it, but I have my ways. Les and I decided we'd watch it together, so progress has been slow to say the least. I have no doubt we'll make it through, oooh, at least 2 seasons before I hit my next birthday in January 2018.  I'm nothing if not ambitious. 


Misses


Poseidon:
I watched the remake. It wasn't good. 

The Dark Knight Rises:
I actually put this on Prime on a sunday afternoon, thinking it was The Dark Knight.  I had no idea they'd even made a new one (I don't pay much attention....). I realised after the first few minutes, when I hadn't seen Heath Ledger, that this was a whole new chapter I hadn't seen. And it was good, but not a patch on it's predecessor.  I spent most of the movie trying to imitate Bane's voice, but without much success. 

Stephen King - IT (audiobook)
I'd like to start this by saying that it's not the book that's the actual miss here, it's the fact that it's audio and creepy AF.  I listen to audiobooks to help me sleep and, well...this one in no way does that.  Why I *ever* thought it would is beyond me.  What can I say? I'm not the brightest.  Despite the fact that it's a fabulous book, I'm having to listen on alternate nights so as not to completely scare the bejesus out of myself. I am nothing if not determined, though, so I will get to the end of it eventually.  Even if this means seeing balloons where ever I go and being deathly scared of opening fortune cookies for the rest of my natural life. 

What have you been up to in July?  


Suz x
  




Sunday, 23 July 2017

More Things I Don't Understand

More Things I Don't Understand
I have this dress in my closet.  Still got the tags on. 

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't becoming slightly alarmed by how much material I have for this series, but it is what it is.   These are even more of the things I can't quite get my head round:

Being Desperate For A Pee But Not Going:
I will NEVER understand why I do this to myself.  I regularly go to the bathroom when I arrive at the office in the morning and attempt to do something to my face that makes me look within the accepted margins of human but, after doing that, even if I'm dying to pee, I go back to my desk because I'm worried people will think I've been in there too long.  The result of this is that I have to go back a short while later and hate myself for not having just got it out of the way in the first place.  I drink a LOT of water in the evenings (flavoured, fizzy stuff because I'm not a monster) and will regularly not be able to sleep for needing to pee, but will simply lie there, arguing with myself about the merits of moving versus sleeping.  And so I lie...awake.  I can be completely uncomfortable in a restaurant or Cafe and point blank refuse to use the bathroom. I used to blame this on my anxiety (you know, usig unfamiliar bathrooms and finding your way round strange places...) but, as I'm just as bad at home, the excuse doesn't really hold water.  Pun intended. 

Turning My Music Down In The Car:
The music in my car is always at HOLYSHITMYEARS level, regardless of the time of day. I'm usually in the car on my own, so it doesn't really impact on anyone's hearing but mine. I've also been driving for 20 odd years and feel that I might have a grip on what I'm doing behind the wheel (although I know not everyone would agree...). Despite my love of loud country music and my driving experience, I cannot find a street or the last few miles of a destination without having to turn my music down or completely off.  I also don't start my music in the morning until I clear the dodgy blind spot at the top of the farm road I live on.  Once I pass that, it's all go.   

I currently have a rental car and found myself putting music off at a set of temporary traffic lights yesterday as I got stuck in the queue on a hill.  Clearly, I don't feel able to keep control of an unfamiliar car AND listen to music at the same time, so I had to down my version of Pink Sunglasses until I the light turned green and I made my way to the safety of a flat road.

Complaining About My Weight While Eating Crisps:
I know I'm not alone in this, but it never fails to amuse me. I will try clothes on and be horrified at the fat pie in front of the mirror and then put quickly change into my jammas, lounge in my rocking chair and stuff my chops with fizzy fangs in an attempt to block it out. I also have a bad habit of working out at the gym and then coming home, ravenous, deciding that I have almost certainly worked off enough calories to merit that entire family sized bag of Doritos.  I fully understand that all I'm doing is eating the calories I've lost and staying the same weight, but I have so many excuses, you wouldn't believe it.  I spend my entire life arguing with myself.  And the slightly larger woman always wins out. 

Thinking I'll Remember Passwords:
I am the woman who takes a week off work and then can't even log back into her PC at work.  This is how short an attention span I have.  I have honestly lost count of how many times I've had to ask Barclays for a new passcode (5 days in the post each time), or called HSBC because my bank account is more secure than Fort Knox and I simply can't recall whether the name of my first school was initially written as 'Deans' or DeansPrimary'.  Please stop asking me to make up passwords that are hard for people to hack, because these are also hard for me to hack.  

In the past few months, I have reset my Royal Mail account at work 4 times because I always think I'll remember the password.  By the time I come to use it again, I never can. To make my life a little easier, I make as many passwords as I can exactly the same, but there's always one site that point blank refuses to let me have it. Then I have to come up with some bizarre twist with an extra symbol or number that I'm completely incapable of recalling at a later date.  And don't get me to write them down because I do that in code and then have no idea what the code refers to.  I am, in all honestly, bloody useless at remembering anything.  I have 3 Airbnb accounts, 3 with Amazon and 2 with Ryanair - and that's just off the top of my head. Imagine my horror when I logged into Ryanair to check my upcoming trip only to see that I didn't have anything booked because I accessed the wrong account.  I'd like to think, one day, I'll sort it all out, but chances are I'll still be sitting here in 2030 trying to remember what my first dog was called. 

Keeping Things 'For Good':
I do this with a LOT of stuff.  Mainly, it's shoes and bags, but it also extends to clothes, candles, makeup and toiletries. I have more than 100 pairs of shoes, which include Blahniks, Louboutins, Choos and Vivienne Westwoods, but they all sit in their dust bags, in the safety of their boxes, waiting for me to go 'someplace nice'.  I am part hermit.  I don't go 'someplace nice'.  Like, ever.  I stay at home.  And I don't need shoes there.  

I have a poorly managed addiction to buying candles.  My rules are generally that they must either smell of fruit, or go with my colour scheme at home. I have SO many, but I can't cope with lighting the 'good' ones. By that I mean anything I bought from Yankee Candle, or somewhere similarly expensive. My lovely Welsh bestie bought me a gorgeous candle for Christmas and it's still sat on top of the fireplace, waiting to be used. I know she didn't it buy it for me to just look at, so why am I? I have a wardrobe full of beautiful dresses that I have never worn because I feel like I don't have somewhere to wear them to, which is odd, because I don't like going out anyway. Why do I keep buying them? The same goes for my expensive makeup. I even get a Birchbox every month and all the stuff just sits in it.  Why do I insist in keeping stuff for all the parties and other social events I avoid like the plague?

I swear if I get hit by a bus tomorrow and my family has to clean out my house, they're going to have a shit ton of brand new stuff to contend with. I keep promising myself I'll start using it and then don't.  After writing this, however, I'm even more determined than usual.  If you spot a short, blonde woman in Porthmadog high street with red soled shoes and a 50s dress, smelling of expensive perfume and done up to the nines, don't panic, it's just me. 

Suz x 



   


Thursday, 20 July 2017

Ashes to Ashes



The Best Boy
how could you NOT miss a face like this?
So, I lost my dog of almost 15 years a couple of weeks ago and, being the crazy dog lady that I am, it hit me exactly the way I thought it would: hard.  Aside from the whole ‘did I give him a big enough cuddle the last time I saw him?’ and ‘God, I hope I didn’t give him a row for doing anything naughty’ initial panic, I actually realised that he had it good.  In fact, he had it great.  He was pampered in a way that I’m fairly certain my children would never be and I generally made sure he was ok before I tended to the needs of any humans.  I think I can assuredly say he was a happy boy and had a very good home with me and, latterly, with my parents.

Since Jake was my favourite dog and the one I’d owned the longest, I decided I had to have him cremated and then take him home with me to Wales. I hadn’t given it too much thought, aside from the fact that I immediately knew I wanted to keep him. I received his ashes back from the vet last weekend and, apart from being upset at the fact that he’s now in a box, I began to wonder quite what I was going to do with him. I hadn’t actually considered it until I held his little biodegradable bamboo pouch and tried to work out my next move.  Not having been in the position of having ashes before (either human or canine), it’s a fairly new experience for me.

My husband suggested I sprinkle Jake in the Irish Sea, since we live on the West Coast of Wales and it’s a beautiful spot.  I quickly informed him that Jake wouldn’t even go for a walk if it was raining, so he would hate that.  I thought I might bury him under a tree in the orchard and then realised he might not like that, either.  What Jake really *would* like would be to lie on the couch, with his chops on the arm rest, the telly on in the background, and soak up the sun’s rays as they filter through the living room window.  And this very spot is currently where he is. I really don’t think he should be, though.  I can’t see me having to tell my visitors that they can’t move the dog from the chair because it’s his seat and he likes it, when all they can see is a box with ‘Jake Gorman’ written on it.  I rather fear I’d gain more of reputation for being a people hater than I already have and that would probably not be such a good thing…regardless of how true it is.

So, yeah, I’m pretty much going home at night and saying ‘Hi’ to the Box of Dog on my sofa before floating off to cook dinner. We then sit later on, me on my rocking chair, and Jakey on his cushion, and catch up with Supervet.  It’s our favourite programme, obviously.  We chat about the dogs (not so much about the cats) and cry with joy every time Noel fashions a Spaniel shoe out of an old croc.  Let’s face it, it’s the only thing in the world those God awful things are actually useful for.  I patted Jake's head last night (by which I meant the top of his box) when I arrived home and I’m not even kidding.  I don’t want to end up like Norman Bates, so I feel I should probably find a suitable spot for him sooner rather than later.  My friend found a company in Essex that makes jewellery from molten glass and ashes and turns them into rings and bracelets and stuff, so I thought I’d do this, regardless of the fact that anyone I’ve told about it has been completely horrified.  Because Jake was a white Staffie, he quite often had the effect of making anyone walking towards us do a double take and head off in the opposite direction (which was funny as he was the biggest scaredy dog in the WORLD), but the knowledge that, even now he’s gone, he can still repulse humans from coming near me simply makes me realise that this is the best thing I could do with him.   Now I just need to figure out what to do with the other 3kg…

Answers on a postcard, please…

Suz x

 

Thursday, 13 July 2017

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Wednesday, 12 July 2017

A Lazy Girl's Guide to Makeup

A Lazy Girl's Guide to Makeup


I'm the first the admit that I can be lazy but, when it comes to makeup and skin care, I am literally the worst. This is primarily because, well, I've got other stuff to do. Like sitting down, for example. I'm also one of these people who gets out of bed at the last possible moment because I don't want to get up. Ever.  

Because of this, and the fact that I know I should be looking after my skin and maybe making myself look presentable so as not to terrify people that pass me in the street, I have discovered some pretty good products that are perfect for lazy girls:

MAKEUP WIPES:
this one goes without saying, really. These bad boys can be used for everything. I use them to clean up after the gym if I can't be bothered showering when I get home (which is aruond 75% of the time), clean my phone, wipe the sink and, sometimes I even use them for their actual purpose, which is remove any makeup I've been able to casually slap on my face during the day.  There's no fuss, no mess and I have been known to clean my face and brush my teeth at the same time. If that's not the epitome of multi tasking, I genuinely don't know what is. 

COMPACT FOUNDATION:
it comes with its own sponge and it takes, like, all of 30 seconds for me to apply. It might take you a bit longer, but I care not about this. For me, the fact that I even own some, never mind actually *use* is, is a massive win. I need something I can grab fro the bathroom, chuck in my bag, and apply it in the car (or in the bathroom at work) and doesn't impact on the whole 'getting up at the last moment' routine that I've spent my entire adult life perfecting. My skin is almost translucent, so I grab anything that looks easy to apply and comes in Ultra White Girl Ivory shade. 

ROLL ON BLUSH:
I have fallen deeply in love with Rimmel's roll on blush/lip color, which come in the cutest little pot and takes up no space whatsoever. I buy mine in rosy pink and roll it across  my cheekbones and literally just smush it in until it doesn't make me look like Aunt Sally from Wurzel Gummige. I also roll it across my lips because nothing makes me happier than using one product for two uses.  

MASCARA:
Unfortunately, I'm yet to find a mascara that doesn't involve me removing my glasses and desperately trying to squint at the bathroom mirror in order to apply. It's just not on the market. Although, it should be by now, no?? Us long sighted girls need mascara, too.  Anyway, I have no real time saving tips for this step, so I use Rimmel's Shake mascara, mainly because it's as black as hell and it never seems to clump.  And no clumping means it doesn't end up all over my face by mid afternoon. This in itself is a time saver, I feel.

BROWS:
I'm a total brow newbie who recently bought a palette (for reasons I'm still trying to work out) and tried it out one long afternoon when I clearly had way too much time on my hands. I tried it and hated it because it made me look like I had actual eyebrows which, as a very pale blonde, I've really never seen before.  Anyway, I'm slowly getting used to having eyebrows, but that's a whole post in itself. You're welcome. 


DRY SHAMPOO:
I don't think I'm being too overdramatic here when I say that this stuff has changed my life. I actually can't believe I ever lived in a world without it. When I look back at older women and realise that they all had to get out of bed to wash their hair every day, it makes me genuinely sad for them.  Also, for younger me, who also had to do this. However, in my defence, when I was young I used to wash my hair, dry it and then straighten it which, when I think about it now, is ludicrous. How early did I have to get up in those days? And, more to the point, Why? 

What are your favourite lazy girl beauty hacks ?? 


Suz x

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Dog Days

Everyone that knows me, and anyone who has ever read the blog knows that I am a self-confessed crazy dog lady. I love all dogs.  Even the little ratty looking ones.  But my eyes are usually drawn to any Staffy I see as they remind me of my own little meatball, Jake.  Jake is almost 15 years old and when I first met him, he was being kept in a cupboard in his owner's house as his older brother was constantly attacking him. When he was let out of the cupboard to meet us, he went crazy.  He ran circles around the furniture in a furiously insane fashion and the faces of my then husband and step son were a picture. They were less than keen, but I knew I had to take him home.  That was in 2003.   

Jake passed away yesterday and, although I knew he wouldn't live forever, I just hoped that he might.  He was an old man and had slowed down a great deal, having all sorts of problems and vet trips over the past couple of years. But he was always that crazy puppy underneath.  I knew it would happen sooner rather than later and I worried about just how much it would break my heart to have had him around for so long - and for some of the worst times of my life - and then wake up one day and realise he wasn't there anymore.  Today was that day.   

I'm the woman who can't watch Dog's Trust adverts on TV without crying, and if there's a dog on Supervet whose chances are not looking good, I have to switch channels so I don't end up howling for the rest of the night. I don't do dog-related sadness well. 

We knew on Monday that Jake would go back to the vet the following day and we'd made the decision that we didn't want him to suffer with a condition that was only going to get worse. So, when the guy from the accident repair garage delivered me a courtesy car and made me sign to say I wouldn't smoke or have any dogs in the car, I was a mess.  Then my husband suggested that we scatter Jake's ashes in the sea and I cried because Jake hated the rain.  Then I cried because I found one of his hairs on his bed.  And then I just cried.  

I had an easier day than my parents, who actually had to take him to the vet for his last trip.  I was at work in Wales at the time, so I got to avoid the heart wrenching act of sitting with him. But I also didn't get to say goodbye and sat, trying desperately trying to work out what the last thing I said to him was, and then realising it didn't matter because he was a dog and he probably wanted me to go away and stop petting him so he could snooze.

So, for the time you Steve McQueen'd through my expensive leather chair trying to tunnel your way to God knows where; all the times you pushed me out of bed so you could get your massive face comfy on my pillow; for every time you dragged me off my feet and into some damp, soggy puddle; for the time you ran off when I smashed my wrist during our Boxing Day walk; for every time you pulled me away when you spotted a traffic cone, for every time you sat on my head; and for every single time you barked at me to go for a walk and then refused to go outside because it was raining; I forgive you. I wouldn't have changed it for the world. 

You were the best birthday present I've ever had and my best friend through thick and thin. I'm so glad you were mine.  


Puppy Love - Jake
20/10 best boy


Suz x 

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