Saturday, 14 November 2015

I am often asked to help photographers with tips on how to take photos of pets. Although it might not be obvious to a non-photographer, different genres of photography require different skill sets and often different equipment. With this in mind I was more than happy to add my top tips for photographing dogs when Creative Drum from Idesigni contacted me.

Here is the article, where I and several other fabulous dog photographers share some hints on how to get a great set of images from your family fur baby (fan-girling a bit being in a list with Paul Walker who happens to be my favourite dog photographer evers!)



Friday, 2 October 2015

Wentworth Wooden Puzzles

This is a review post

A couple of weeks ago I was contacted by Blogging Edge, on behalf of Wentworth Wooden Puzzles asking if I’d like to try out a puzzle.

Puzzling takes a certain amount of patience doesn’t it – I’m not exactly blessed with an abundance of that. Plus my inability to sit still for more than 10 minutes means puzzling doesn’t feature heavily in my spare time activities - in fact, I find them brain squeezingly maddening. But by sheer coincidence, I already knew of this puzzle company - good friends of mine, Available Light Gallery and Gifts, have their own puzzles produced by Wentworth, and I know that Available Light doesn’t go for anything but the best - so I thought I’d give it a whirl.


Of course, I went for a cat related one – keeping it relevant and that.

Wentworth’s puzzles come in a range different images and sizes - I ordered this one which makes a final image size of 360mm x 250mm, and of course, the bits are wooden, not cardboard - which is a nice touch. Within two days I’d received it.

As we’ve just moved (into a caravan until the legalities have been sorted for the house we’ve just bought) I decided to leave the actual putting-together-of-the-puzzle bit until we were a little more settled. Yesterday was that time, so I sat with the doors open to my little temporary caravan home, cleared a space on the table, and got started.

All the bits come in a fancy bag

I haven’t actually completed a puzzle since 1993. That one was a 20 piece kids’ version that I was forced to make at least a thousand times a day for the little boy I nannied - and, after that, I never wanted to see another puzzle again. In fact, I had every intention of passing this one on to a puzzle mad friend and asking her opinion so I could write a review, but that’s not professional is it? So, I psyched myself for the prospect of a few hours of what I assumed would be total mental torture, and got cracking.


Back in my day, puzzles had corners and edges. Each piece was pretty much similar in shape and size and you picked the edges and corners out first, slotted them together and then you’re off.

Not so with this one.

These puzzles are a bit clever you see. There are absolutely no uniform sized pieces, no corner bits, AND some of the inner bits have straight edges too, just to frustrate the heckers out of you make it a bit more challenging.


Now I hadn’t actually read this information (clearly noted on the box) pre-puzzling, so I spent 15 minutes or so searching for the corner pieces thinking I’d been sent a dud before realising. But, once I’d got my brain-head around that – far from annoying me enormously (as this kind of thing would do normally) – I wanted to carry on.

Then I found the whimsies. A whimsy in Wentworth World is a puzzle piece that’s not puzzle piece shaped at all.


And because they’re shaped entirely unpuzzlelike - it makes the putting together that much trickier (the zig-zag had me stumped for ages and I managed to burn the korma I was cooking to prove it.)


The whole thing took me about two-and-a-half hours (with a tea break in the sun in the middle) and with all of the puzzle’s quirks, I quite enjoyed those couple of hours too.


Take a look at Wentworth Wooden Puzzle's Autumn Collection - you can have puzzles personalised too.

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Monday, 22 June 2015

All the happies

Because yesterday's post was a sad one - I thought I'd just share one image today.

Look!

Look at her.

My beautiful girl, with all the happies!

It's taken a long time to get to this place - and we've still a long journey ahead of us. But, for now - this is perfect.



Saturday, 20 June 2015

Ashamed to be Human

It's with a really heavy heart I go about my day today. The Summer Solstice was always a special time for me. Tomorrow would traditionally mean celebration, love, and the knowledge that for a few months we'll enjoy warm weather, our nature and wildlife will receive nourishment and crops will grow, with a little luck.

That was my view of the solstice until I found out about the Yulin Dog and Cat Meat Festival which I wrote about here.



Last July I applied to adopt a puppy from a beautiful dog who had been pulled off a dog meat trade truck in Thailand. That dog was destined to be tortured and eaten. Knowing her, and seeing my, now adopted, beautiful Willow and her brother and sister who are part of her, makes today especially hard - because, although thankfully, they are safe - there are thousands and thousands out there right now who aren't.

They are, as I type, screaming - having their skin ripped from their bodies whilst they are alive and being placed in vats of boiling hot water, all in the name of celebration over this coming weekend.

The sheer terror these animals endure is hard to write about - and I don't want to write about it. I don't want anyone to have to write about it - why are we having to write about it, talk about it, shout about it, to raise awareness and ask those perpetrating the torture, to stop it? What is wrong with the human psyche that can deliver such terribleness to another living creature? And why do I have to be part of the same human race as those who do this?

Today, I am ashamed - of being human. Most days I spend some time fighting for the rights of people and animals to give me some reason to not be ashamed of my humanness - there are many people who fight too, and I like being part of that collective team, it restores my faith in humanity. But today? I despair.

We weren't able to get this terrible festival banned this year. But we can work towards getting it banned next year. We can support those in China fighting, against all odds, for these animal's rights.

Today, I'll give beautiful Willow extra hugs, and thank all my lucky stars that I have her in my life. I will send out all the love I can muster to those who have been stolen from their owners to end up on dinner plates, or who have been strays, and never knew any love or care - and now never will.

Tomorrow, I will start fighting alongside you all again. 

To read my article about the Yulin Dog & Meat trade click here.

Please visit the following websites to find out more. If you can't donate, then share on social media, if you can't do that, talk about it, write letters. We will get this stopped. Please let that be sooner rather than later.

Stop Yulin Dog & Cat Meat Festival - Facebook Page

Animals Asia - Website

No to Dog Meat - Website

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Saturday, 30 May 2015

Where I Open Up a Bit

I don't really like talking about the negatives when it comes to Willow's journey. If I do, it will be in jest. You see, the good things far outweigh the bad things. But sometimes, you've just got to be honest haven't you? Get it all out - shift all the negative, for the positive to come back in. Today's one of those days.


Life’s ok – but my heart’s (and my body if I can be truthful) is a bit broken for Willow.

It’s been tough.

It’s hard work living with a dog that is so driven by fear.

For four months, Willow and I were doing so well. We were working on her fear, and then this pesky lump happened. I couldn’t walk her, because for her to wear a harness would cause her pain – and of course, I can’t go out with her unless she’s wearing it - it’s the only thing that stops her running away when she’s spooked (which is often). Then she had the surgery and it took a good 6 weeks to heal. Now, we’re back at square one with her fear outside the house – and it’s almost as if it’s come back two-fold. Life, at the moment, is difficult.

So many people spend so much time giving me such sound advice about what to do, and how to treat her – I take it all on board, and try everything - but Willow is extreme. Her fear is extreme. Her ability to cope disappears the moment she steps outside of the house and it’s all I can do to hold on to her. Unless you’ve met Willow and seen her fear, there’s nothing else to compare with it. Even experienced dog trainers have looked me in the eye and told me up front “This is the worst case I’ve seen.” Few can offer any real helpful advice on how to cope with it and how to build her confidence – and I do, at times, feel quite alone trying to figure out this massive chaotic puzzle.

I have the most amazing friends – all adore Willow (if they didn't, they wouldn't be my mates, eh?), all want to see her happy too – and they help me with her socialisation. They spend hours being patient with her, hours and hours just sitting and letting her come to them when she feels ready. They will walk with me, they will run with Willow, they’ll give extra tasty treats to her (and me) and support my socks off. I’m not alone in that sense. But, of course the hard work is down to me, and when you really don’t know which road to take (sometimes literally) it’s all a bit scary. This is an animal I have committed my entire self to, and I have to make it right.

Honestly? Had I known of the extremeness of fear, I might not have adopted her. That’s not to say that now I regret adopting her. I don’t. Far, far from it. But, to put her through this breaks my heart. I want to be able to leave her in the house where she is comfortable and happy - in her own little Bubble-of-Safe and not have her worry. But, reality is that I can’t. She is young, she is full of energy that she needs to burn and I have to try and help her.

I also have Harvey. He has needs too. He’s of course the epitome of a gentleman. When we’re walking and Willow freaks out and pulls my arm out of its socket and I wince in pain – Harvey will glance up at me with a “You alright Mum?” look. Of course, I always tell him I am and give him all the “good boy”s I can, and he wags his tail to let me know he understands.

I am in fear every single time we go out. Of course, I don’t show her this. I am confident and walk with my head up and my arms loose and reassure her all the way. But inside I’m thinking, will today be the day that I can’t keep hold of her? Will a parent not heed her hi-vis vest asking them to give her space and allow their children to run at her? – or will a cyclist whizz past her so fast that she screams in terror? Will I have to turn in Xena Warrior Princess and drop kick the next know-it-all telling me “Oh, just let her off lead, she’ll work it all out herself?” and how many times am I going to hear “Oh, he’s fine, he’s just bouncy.” about another dog, who’s clearly showing it wants to knock her off her paws?

One of the many wonderful things that Willow has taught me though (and there’s reams of things), is patience. Patience with the stupid people. I mean, let’s face it, if a dog cowers away from you when you approach it, do you really continue the approach and tell her to “stop being silly?” No, you turn away and YOU stop being a prize idiot.

I’m all for telling prize idiots to bugger off. I’m more than happy to do that. And I will educate parents about the dangers of allowing their kids to approach dogs without asking the owner’s permission (for the record, my answer will always be No when it comes to Willow. If it’s Harvey, that’s OK, just be prepared for the snog of your lifetime and the probable ground hugging you’ll be doing when he bowls you over.) I’m not backward in coming forward. But, when I do my absolute best to keep the fear to the very minimum for my dog and someone comes in and bollocks it up. It miffs me. A lot.

I don’t think I could cope with another week of her being missing. Not even a day. I worry all the time that she is going to break free and run when we’re on a walk. The fear in her eyes tells me that if she did break free she would run and not stop. My stomach knots with anxiety, my thoughts race to the time she was missing and how utterly heart-breaking it was. How I would lay awake at night and wonder if I’d get a call to tell me she’d been hit by a car or shot by a farmer – and the sheer panic when I’d open my eyes after I’d finally fallen asleep to realise she was still gone. Was she alive? Was she scared? Has she been hurt? I can’t go through that again. Not now. Not after we’ve been through so much together.

When we’re in ‘her’ fields (with no one around and just the sounds of nature), she’s the happiest, most carefree animal you ever did see. It fills me with absolute joy to see her run and play and be a dog. A normal dog, doing normal dog things. It hurts to see her coiled up with anxiety when we’re not in those fields. But sometimes, that’s unavoidable. I simply cannot keep her away from civilisation. From time-to-time, we have to go where she’s not comfortable – at least for the shortest time until I can get her to the safe ‘happy’ place.

Maybe, you might think, leave her home. Don’t make her walk anywhere. I’ve tried that. If that’s what makes her happy, then absolutely. But she’s not happy with that. She gets wound up like a tightly coiled spring and needs to run, properly run, and play and sniff and do all she should be doing. Her behaviour becomes erratic and her anxiety escalates if I don’t walk her.

Willow is the reason I'm overcoming my own irrational fears, and learning how to drive. Once I pass that test, she'll never have to walk somewhere she doesn't want to again. For the meantime, we have to get from A to B, and we have to do that by walking.

I was told that she’d never experienced hurt or pain. And I want to believe that. But when she flinches at a caress. When she runs screaming (literally) from children. When she cowers in terror when she hears a man’s voice that isn’t her Dad’s – I find it very hard to believe. This isn’t just a case of no-socialisation from being a pup. Something/someone has terrorised her at some point. That’s not just me who says it – those with decades of experience of working with fearful dogs feel this too.

Willow and I have a bond I’ve never experienced before with any other dog. My first dog was my soul dog, the very thought of him brings me such an array of emotion, I find it hard to think of him sometimes, because I’ve never gotten over him dying, even though he was very old. He was my everything. Harvey, he’s my baby. The light of my life. My right hand man. Willow, well…there’s a deep connection that I can’t explain. She gives me all of her, she looks at me with such entire trust, and I know, when we’re together, in the house, she’s the happiest she’s ever been. I so want that for her when we’re out. I can’t live my life indoors, of course, I’ve tried, for her sake – but it makes me so miserable too. I am an outdoors person. I have to be out there, and I have to help her believe that she’ll never ever be in danger when she’s outside with me. She’ll never be hurt – I just won’t let that happen.

So, we take it step-by-step. We start from the beginning again, and we move forward. And we will get there, I know we will. The day I bought her home, she laid on the sofa and didn’t move for three days, so scared, she peed where she laid and wouldn’t let me close to her. Now, she follows me everywhere. If she can be wrapped around my legs, even better. She’ll commando crawl to get to me on the bed, always with a paw on me to know where I am (I’m not going anywhere without you darling) and snuggle into my armpit sighing a huge breath of relief. She’s safe.

You can bet your life on that.



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Tuesday, 19 May 2015

10 tips for photographing your cat

As a pet photographer, the top three animals I photograph are dogs, cats and horses. All three are very different to photograph. I thought today I’d speak more about photographing cats.

If you’re interested in some basic tips about photographing dogs, take a look here.

Every month I go to my local Cats Protection Adoption Centre and take pictures of their new arrivals for their website. 


Cats are, by far, the trickiest animal I’ve ever photographed! Over the past couple of years I must have photographed nearly three hundred cats (both rescue and private commissions) – you’d think it would get easier…it doesn’t! Cats are free spirits, there’s no asking them to sit and stay, there’s no getting them to lay down or roll over if they don’t want to (although I’d never ask a dog to do want they don’t want to do either! There’s no point having a picture of an unhappy dog is there!)

So, here's some tips.

1. Introduce yourself/the camera

After photographing so many cats, I can kind of tell straight away those who will be open to having their pictures taken and those that will be a bit shy. 


What I always do is spend a few minutes with each cat before taking pictures. Sometimes this is limited if there are a lot to photograph in a shelter situation - but if it was a private commission I’d spend a good 5-10 minutes with each cat stroking it, and showing it the camera,  letting them hear the noises it makes and speaking gently to them.

Don’t go straight for taking the picture. Put yourself in the cats shoes (paws) if someone came straight up to you and shoved a camera in your face, you’re not going to be happy about it – nor’s the cat. Respect and kindness at all times – a winning combination!



2. Light

As with all animal photography, I don’t use flash at all. It can spook them and the very last thing I want is the cat to have a memory of me that is frightening. I want them to feel comfortable and happy to have me around. So, if you haven’t got good light, you’re scuppered. 

Find an area with good natural light – a bright room, the garden, etc. You don’t want full on sunshine. Harsh sunshine can cause awful shadows and contrast within an image – and, whilst these can look amazing in black and white images as seen below, on the whole, you’re looking for good, shaded light that will allow the camera to pick up all the desirable details and miss out all the others! 

Remember, harsh sunlight will often show unwanted aspects to fur, like dust particles, stray moulted hair, etc – not pretty in the final shot and a lot of work in post-production (if you’re going to edit the images).

Harsh sunlight can give beautiful images

3. Space

Unless you want to be following your cat from room to room to take its picture – the best thing to do is choose one room (the light one) and close the door! With rescue cats at shelters, their pens/cages are perfect spaces as they ‘contain’ the cat, so they can’t dart off as cats oft do.



4. Be aware of the cat’s body language

Make sure though that the cat isn’t intimidated and is happy at all times. Don’t force it with them – if you do the images will come out with a miserable looking cat, and that’s not good (for the cat or the image). You’re looking for perky ears and relaxed body language. If the cat is looking on edge, it’s best to walk away, and then try again a bit later.

This cat is a little nervous and not at all happy with the camera in front of him. Walk away and come back.

General signs your cat is happy
  • Pricked ears, forward and alert
  • Bright eyes (but not staring with huge round pupils!)
  • Pricked and/or relaxed tail
  • Open to being touched and stroked/willingness to walk towards you
  • Sitting with tail curled around them
  • Rolling/rubbing
  • Purring
General signs your cat is unhappy
  • Ears back or flattened to the head
  • Stooped body language (ready to run away)
  • Tail twitching with a stare that would freeze the Sahara
  • Half-moon eyes (or Lady Di eyes as I call them)
Although this cat is happy enough to be photographed, it's not entirely sure and is very aware of things around him.


5   5. Preparing the cat

Clean the sleepy dust from their eyes – manky eyes make notteth the shot of the year!

Give the cat a rub over with your hands to smoothe away moulted fur – to the naked eye, it’s nothing much, but to the camera, it can sometimes be so blindingly obvious it can ruin an otherwise really good shot.


6. Props

I very very rarely use props in any of my photography and their use really depends on the kind of image you want. Fluffy knitted throws for the cat to lie on, or cushions work well. You can also use baskets for them to curl up in, fancy boxes, large bowls, etc. Whatever takes your fancy (or more importantly, your cat’s fancy).

7. Camera

For the technically prone people:

If you’ve got a DSLR you’ll want to make sure your shutter speed is fast – I try to keep the camera at 1/800 or faster, and keep your lens as wide open as possible. I use a 50mm F1.4 for all my cat photography and set ISO as needed.

If you have a point and shoot:

Select sports mode. Many point and shoots these days have ISO settings (refer to your camera’s manual regarding this – as it’s a bit long winded to explain all the technicals at this point –  maybe I’ll cover that in a later post)

8. Get down low.


Generally, this is the key to all animal photographs. Taking pictures of animals on their level as opposed to yours is far more effective. There are of course exceptions to that rule, which I’ll talk about in a minute.

9. Get the cat’s interest

Use tasty treats. Here in the UK we have ‘Dreamies’ – these I’ve found are irresistible to cats! I show the treat to the cat, so they can smell it, and then move it up to the lens of the camera. Often the cat’s gaze will follow the treat for a perfect straight on shot.


Cat Nip is good – but try and use this nearing the end of your session – as no doubt you’ll get a very chilled, rolly-abouty cat, who might dribble and look generally mental! Using catnip is great to get some ‘different’ shots and angles of cats – but shouldn’t be used at the start of the session!


Toys. Sometimes the Dreamies just don’t cut the mustard and you need to find something else. Feathers are always a safe option! String, something that jangles (keys). All good things to grab attention.


Noises – I use all kinds of noises, from smacking lips, to screeching! They sound entirely bonkers, but work to get attention! Don’t make a bellowing sound though, you want their attention, not for them to run away!

10.  Different angles

Whilst getting down to your cat’s level is a really good idea and I would even go as far to say that 90% of my images are taken with me laying/kneeling on the floor with them. Sometimes other angles are good:


Like the cat looking up at you. This is the sight we generally see when they’re looking for food or attention and is quite endearing.

Don’t forget other angles too. Profile pictures, paws, tails, etc. These images are great if you’re wanting to build a collection of images to display on the wall.

And most of all?

Have fun! Spend time with your cat, make it a special experience for them. Give treats, strokes, and lots of love, and you’ll have a cracking set of images to show for it!

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Saturday, 9 May 2015

ODIN THE THERAPY DOG – Helping people one paw at a time

I first met Odin in August 2013 when I photographed him for his Mum Kara. I knew then that he was super special.

Here Kara tells Odins story, how he came to be with her, and the beginning of his journey as a Therapy Dog.


My daughter was diagnosed with Bi-Polar & Psychosis when she was 15yrs old, but had been self harming for a while before then. After she was diagnosed, she couldn’t accept that she had a mental illness and tried to end her life - which resulted in her being sectioned in a children’s psychiatric unit on the mainland.


She was there for 6 weeks while she was assessed and prescribed medication. When she came home she was very depressed and wouldn't leave the house by herself because she couldn't trust the voices that she heard. This went on for nearly a year.


Myself and my husband were very concerned that she wasn't going out and socialising with her friends, especially as she couldn't go back to school because she wasn't well enough. We also both worked full time, so we decided to get a dog to help build her confidence up again.


There is so much to think about and decide when getting a dog. What breed? What sex? etc. My husband wanted a German Shepherd as he had shepherds growing up. I wasn't too sure as my only experience with shepherds were Police and security dogs; working dogs not pets. Then there was the male/female debate. I grew up with female dogs, and my husband had male dogs. In the end I decided on a German Shepherd, but I stipulated that he/she had to be either black or white.


We went on the internet and looked at breeders. We saw one in Oxford who had a 12 week old white girl. The only problem was when choosing names we could only think of boys names and we had agreed on one name in particular - no girls names came to us; but we phoned the breeder to ask about her girl anyway.

Unfortunately, she had been sold. But as fate would have it, they were waiting for another litter to be born from the same father (white German Shepherd) but different mother (dark red sable). We asked when we could see them, and the breeder agreed that we could at just one week old.


We travelled to Oxford a week after they were born and were introduced first to the Mother and Father. They were both lovely dogs, very friendly and they both stayed close to us while we saw their babies. The mother had 9 pups, 8 were dark red sable and one was white…a little boy! This was fate, it was meant to be - and so the little white pup we saw with his eyes closed became Odin. The breeder called him by his name whilst he was with her so he was used to it by the time we picked him up on Good Friday 2012.

Odin did what he was supposed to do, he got my daughter out and about and she began socialising with her friends again. He is loved by all of us, and he loves us too.


One day I was watching Crufts on TV and saw a stand for Pets As Therapy. I looked them up on the internet to see what they were all about, and realised that people with pets registered their dogs or cats with this charity and visited people in hospitals, hospices, nursing homes, prisons to make people feel better. This would of course mean the people would have regular visitors if they didn't already, and have someone to talk to.


Every time I walked Odin I had people stopping me to stroke him, and everyone would tell me that he was special and he had kind eyes - so I thought why not? He had already helped my daughter, and would help other people just by being him!

I contacted Pets As Therapy online and they emailed me an application pack with details of my local co-ordinator. I then arranged a meeting with her at my local park for Odin to be assessed.
The assessment consists of behaviour and walking on a lead. Odin was put through a series of tests:

Grooming, how he would react to having his collar grabbed? (because older people might grab it and Odin had to be fine with that), loud and sudden noises, and controlled walking.  The test also consisted of feeding of treats to Odin (he is not allowed to put his teeth on skin when accepting treats, and he is not allowed to lick or paw excessively.)


Needless to say Odin passed all tests with flying colours! The fact that we had been taking him to obedience training helped a lot, and Odin seemed to know what was being asked of him, so the tests were very easy. I sent the completed application form to the head office along with the local co-ordinators part and he was accepted as a Therapy Dog a few weeks later.


Now, getting a placement somewhere was very difficult. There are about 20 PAT dogs on the Isle of Wight where we live, and the Island isn't a big place! Two dogs already visit the hospital and others visit nursing homes – but, I wanted to work within mental health.

I asked my local co-ordinator to contact the hospital to see if I could start visiting a mental health facility called Seven Acres. To begin with she wasn’t very hopeful as there were already 2 dogs at the hospital, but I reminded her that even though Seven Acres is part of the hospital, the actual unit is separate, and Odin would make a big difference to people with mental illness. It is proven that stroking a dog reduces blood pressure, anxiety and brings about mental well-being by releasing the ‘feel-good’ chemicals in your brain, and, happily, the same happens to the dog being stroked and hugged.


Wheels were set in motion in the July of 2014. I didn’t hear anything for months, then suddenly a few weeks before Christmas I was invited to go to Seven Acres for a trial visit. This was to happen during their coffee morning with the patients and staff, to see how everyone would feel about having a dog come to visit, especially one as big as Odin. It was a huge success! I explained why I particularly wanted to visit the unit and discussed the benefits a visiting dog would bring.


Some of the patients came to stroke him - one patient hugged him and told me how much she missed her dog. Other patients were a little nervous, so didn’t stroke him bit they did stay to look at him. The hospital arranged my CRB check and my breakaway training and we started visiting Seven Acres officially in March of this year.

We visited the open ward first,  and have got to know the patients and the staff, everyone loves Odin. One patient doesn't communicate with people, but she will talk to Odin, and even the visitors get the benefit of him being there.


We have had a walk through the dementia ward, but that is very much on a week by week basis and we go for a short time when they request us. We are also visiting the secure unit now, and Odin is making a difference to the people there.

Hopefully, now the evenings are getting lighter, we can  take Odin for a walk around the hospital with some of the patients and staff, which will be nice for all concerned.


Odin has even had his photo taken by the staff on the secure ward to put up on their staff photo board of Who’s Who! He is definitely a permanent member of staff now – who knows, maybe he will get an employee of the month certificate!

Odin still helps my daughter, now she is older. Her diagnosis keeps changing - she has been diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses and needs a lot of help and support. She has her own flat, but stays with me on a weekend - Odin lies with her on his bed (his bed is a 4 seater leather sofa) when she is a bit low, and he always make her feel better.


I’m so proud of Odin for what he is doing, and he loves it too - after all, he’s getting love and attention from a lot of different people –  he’s in his element!

Kara Ahronson, Odin's Mum.



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Tuesday, 14 April 2015

It's Adder Time!

Here’s a sure sign that Summer’s coming: The adders are out!

Having had the worst case of ‘I don’t know what to do’ when Harvey had his Mushroom Experience a couple of years ago - I thought I’d do a bit of research to find out more about adders and what to do if we ever did have to deal with a bite situation. Let's face it, we're always getting ourselves into pickles me and my dogs, so it's always good to be forearmed – and as it’s good to share, I thought I would.

Adders are the UKs only native venomous snake, and whilst their bites are incredibly painful, they are rarely fatal. However, there are steps that should be followed to give your dog the best chance of full recovery should he/she succumb to the fang!

A female adder. Photograph © Stuart Shore - www.wightwildlife.co.uk

Now of course, this info is directed to dog owners – but it’s still relevant for humans too (especially our little ones who are just as inquisitive of new things during walks!)

There are around 100 reported cases of adder bite a year in the UK - but, it’s important to note that adders are lovers, not fighters. Biting is their very last means of defence and given the choice, they will move away from you before attacking. 

The key is, if you find an adder on your walk, give it space and the room to get away. Unfortunately, dogs tend to be nosey and inquisitive, and will often mither an adder trying to work out what it is. Unsurprisingly, adders don’t like that, and if the adder feels threatened, it is likely to strike.

Adders are active from around March - October. They will come out of hibernation in the Spring, ready for some lurve time! As the days warm up, they will find their way to the sunniest spots to recharge. They are mostly found in rough open countryside, woodland edges, sand dunes, riverbanks and heathland.

With the highest number of reported bites being in the Spring/Summer (peaking in the Summertime) it’s best to be prepared. In places where adders have been sighted, keep dogs on short leads close to you.

Male adders are lighter in colour than the female of the species; being almost white/grey with a black distinctive zig-zag running down its back. The female is brown with deep brown markings. They grow to around 50-60cm long.

A male adder, note the difference in colour to the female. Photograph courtesy of www.nhs.uk

So, what should you do if your dog is bitten?
  1. Never try to remove the venom – and do not use a tourniquet – these actions can make the situation worse and are often ineffective.
  2. Keep the dog calm and the bite area as still as possible.
  3. If at all possible, carry the dog. By keeping the dog calm, keeping the bite area still, and carrying the dog, you will be helping to slow down the spread of venom in the bloodstream. If you are unable to lift your dog, walk calmly back to the car/to the vet.
  4. Seek immediate veterinary attention.
If you’re not sure whether your dog has been bitten – some of the symptoms include:
  1. Localised swelling from the bite (often to muzzle/legs)
  2. Showing signs of pain
  3. Salivation/dribbling/vomiting and diarrhoea
  4. Dehydration and restlessness
To be able to give your dog the best chance of a full recovery, take him/her to the vets immediately if they show any of the above symptoms during/after a walk.

And finally (and most importantly), don’t panic! Remember, cases of fatalities from adder bites are rare, and most cases are fully treatable with the appropriate and immediate care.

Adders are protected under the Wildlife & Countryside Act 1981. It is an offence to kill, harm or injure them.

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Saturday, 4 April 2015

Where Willow gets the hump

There has been a little bit of an interlude on the blog. I'm sorry.

Willow's had a bit of a rough time.

In fact she had the hump. A rather big one. And we needed to have it removed.


There were too the days in between the lump growing and it being removed when we didn't know what it was. I of course worried myself sick. Worry does nothing for creative juices.

Luckily, we're with the Mobile Vet. A fantastic service where they bring their surgery to you.

I was worried about how we were going to get her anaesthetised - Willow likes noone but her humans. The vet took all that worry away. He popped in, we sat on the sofa Willow and I, he produced a sedative, injected it as if by magic, and left us to wait for the drug to work. Within ten minutes Willow was asleep in my arms. I was in bits.


Two hours later - the vet bought her back to me, still anaesthetised and administered the reversal drug whilst she was in my arms. She woke, a lot sorer, but with no idea any 'strangers' had been touching her. The whole thing was a stress free as we could make it for her - and for that I'm hugely grateful.

And the lump was nothing sinister. *happy dancing*

The past few days have been slow for us. Trying to get Willow to eat, and making sure she's as happy as she can be.

Today she's up-and-at-'em. Pulling her toys out of her toy basket (feels like months I've waited to see her do that again) and bugging Harvey to wrestle with her. We've of course curbed that enthusiasm.

We're back on track!

Yesterday, I clicked into my Facebook to find my friend had painted this wonderful picture of my 'kids'. Oh how I love it!



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Wednesday, 25 March 2015

If you close your eyes to suffering - are you part of the problem?

How this blog is evolving is very different to my initial vision back in January when it started. I wanted to create a place for celebration of Companion Animals and the joy they bring to our lives. 

But the more I write, the more I find that my involvement with companion animals goes a lot deeper – and whilst this blog will still be about the joy they bring, I suppose it has to be balanced with other real world issues regarding these animals that we hold so dear.

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To get some clarification regarding my stance on animal welfare vs. animal rights, please do read this article – I know it’s important for some to have an understanding of this before giving any credence to the following article.


Image © Stop Yulin Dog & Cat Meat Festival

“Fancy some Golden Retriever for dinner, dear?”

Some things are so taboo that it’s hard for many of us to get out our head around. In this case, it’s the act of eating dogs and cats.

I am a vegetarian, but I ate meat for 40 years, and I enjoyed doing so too. In fairness, I can no more condemn the Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese people for eating dog, than I can my partner and friends for eating chicken, pork, beef and lamb.

The Yulin Dog Meat Festival - China

This Festival is held every year during the Summer Solstice. 

Up to 10,000 dogs and 4,000 cats are eaten during the festivities.

As there are no animal welfare laws in China (apart from some safeguarding for some wildlife) there is absolutely no regard to where these dogs (and cats) come from, how they get there, or how they are killed.

Image © Stop Yulin Dog & Cat Meat Festival

This festival isn’t an ancient event celebrated throughout centuries. The Yulin Dog Meat Festival is an event that was created in very recent years to help tourism in the area, and its economic development.

Let’s get some perspective

To the Chinese, mostly those of the older generations – dogs weren’t pets. They were there to serve a purpose. To guard; and then, when needed, to eat.

But, as the country evolves and continues its modernisation, so do the people. In fact there’s an estimated 30 million dogs kept as pets in China now.

Our Western culture of course sees eating dog as horrific – how can anyone eat Man’s Best Friend?

It’s very easy for us to judge a whole nation as heartless and barbaric based on the activities of just a section of its society – and if I’m honest, those were my very thoughts before I learned more.

The more I read, the more horrified I was about the whole ‘tradition’. The more sickened I was about how these dogs are captured, transported and killed – and I learned about the many, many people doing all they can to stop it from happening.

Most of them Chinese.



Proponents argue that it is their right to eat dog meat (as others eat pork, beef and chicken, etc.) and, whilst it’s an alien concept to me, something so terrible I can hardly get my head around it – I can accept that argument. If at least there was no cruelty involved.

Thing is, the cruelty involved is in fact beyond many people’s comprehension. The sheer terror and torture these dogs and cats have to endure is indescribable.

And I can’t accept that.

Those who take part in the dog eating activities argue that the dogs (and cats) consumed are farmed on local land; much like we would farm cattle and sheep.

This isn’t true. Several sources claim that there are no dog farms in the local area at all.

“Culture is not an excuse for cruelty”

In order to fulfil the extreme numbers of dogs eaten, many are taken from the streets as strays. Often people’s pets are stolen. Sometimes the dogs are darted with poison, picked up and stuffed into cages too small to hold them. Many are driven for many hours, sometimes days from other provinces, in these cages. No water, and no food. Some suffocate. Some have their bones broken. Some don’t make the journey alive…

…and those are the lucky ones.


Image © Stop Yulin Dog & Cat Meat Festival

“Cruelty in China has reached unprecedented levels.”

When the dogs arrive at their destination – they are battered with sticks, skinned alive, boiled alive and made a spectacle of, before they are eaten. Why such cruelty? Because it is said that this kind of treatment makes for a better eating experience and is good for health.

No, you didn’t read that wrong.

The Yulin Government denies sanction of the festival. They say, as there are no laws to stop it happening, their hands are tied. They have however advised those who butcher the dogs not to do it in public, although this was only bought into force in 2013 after substantial pressure from animal welfarists.

So the dogs are tortured and killed behind closed doors in unlicensed and unregulated slaughterhouses.

Image © Stop Yulin Dog & Cat Meat Festival

I try to put myself in their shoes – the ones who want to keep the right to eat dog (and cat) meat.

Human Rights Vs. Animal Rights

China is a country where the government “justifies human rights abuses as necessary to preserve “social stability”. 

Did you know that results of a  recent survey showed only one in ten young people in China, when shown the ‘Man and the Tank image’ of the Tiananmen Square massacre recognised it? That’s not because of ignorance, it’s because of censorship. As far as the Chinese government is concerned, it didn’t happen.

So, the vast majority of a third of the current Chinese population who were born after 1989 have no idea about it, and older generations don’t speak about it either- seriously, no one wants to get locked up or worse for speaking about the past do they?

The internet is censored. Facebook, Twitter and Youtube is banned. They have their own social network, Weibo (please do read this article that explains about censorship on Weibo), where they can have opinions – but if the government doesn’t like those opinions, they’ll be deleted and the instigator can be jailed.

Imagine that for a moment.

Oppression creates indifference

As a result we might think many Chinese are apathetic to human/animal pain and suffering. When you are not permitted to shout about your own rights, how on earth can you shout for those of the animals?

But they do.


Image © Stop Yulin Dog & Cat Meat Festival

Many Chinese people are dedicated to the cause. Brave people putting themselves at risk to save these animals. The younger generations are also emerging. Many now have their own pets and are beginning to appreciate the very special relationship between man and dog and cat.

So, it’s important to make clear that The Yulin Festival and its horrors is not representative of the Chinese people as a whole. But, the consumption of dog meat is a large part of the local economy. And the Yulin locals are hell-bent on keeping their “tradition” alive.

There are even cases of dog traders abusing the animals in front of activists to extract more money from them. The activists don’t want to see the suffering, and of course buy the dogs off the traders for extortionate prices. It’s all a big money-spinning game to the traders, and heartache for the activists.

But the activists are gaining ground. They are impacting the dog meat market, and some traders last year reported that their sales were down.

Apart from the very obvious issues of extreme cruelty – because these dogs are strays, or stolen – none of them have been tested as ‘fit for human consumption.’ The instances of humans catching diseases such as rabies is a very real concern, in fact China has the 2nd highest rate of rabies infections in humans. Let’s not forget the poisons administered too during the catching of the dogs – all of that goes into the meat, and then into consumer.

Dogs destined for the Yulin market are supposed to have the necessary quarantine paperwork – but checks are only made at the main routes into the area - so traders are free to come and go as they please through the minor roads. Paperwork is very rarely checked stringently anyway; it’s all a bit of a farce.

The very real point of this though is that if all the dogs entering Yulin did have the necessary paperwork, they’d be very few getting through. The cost of the checks needed to receive the paperwork is around £35 per dog, more than the majority of traders can afford. If these regulations were more stringently enforced, less dogs would make it through and therefore, less cruelty endured.

There are two clear sides to the debate – those in China who want to see animal welfare legislation and those who don’t think it right that China take on, what is ostensibly a Western form of thought ‘that animals are sentient beings, can feel emotion and feel pain.’

A ridiculous, preposterous stance – but a stance it is.

Image © Stop Yulin Dog & Cat Meat Festival

Some feel that even with such legislation, it would be impossible to enforce given the widespread animal cruelty that happens in China.

But, everything begins with little steps doesn’t it?

Look at what Animals Asia reported today in fact. There's a rather big step already.

It's going to take a long time to stop the consumption of dog and cat meat in China - but it can be done.

Please, please help the campaign to stop the Yulin Dog and Cat Festival. You can support it via their Twitter page by using the hashtag #StopYulin2015, and find out more through their Facebook page

Help give the animals, and their humans in China a voice.



“A journey of a thousand miles starts with just one step.” ~ Laozi – Chinese Philosopher

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