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I’m being told off by a nine-month-old puppy. The other dog wants to be left alone and have a quiet night on the couch, yet the puppy insists on jumping on him and biting him.

The older dog, Finn, keeps looking at me as if to say “I just want a quiet life” while the puppy,  Sadhbh, will occasionally stop harrassing poor old Finn, and then she’ll stare at me with an expression similar to the one you’d imagine the black woman from Tom & Jerry would give the poor old cat when he did something wrong.

The big problem is that the now is 11.15pm. If they had done this two hours ago, it’d have been great. Like kids with sugar induced ADHD, they’d knacker themselves out before embarking on the long journey to the Land of Doggy Nod.

I have a feeling I might not be getting too much sleep tonight…

Goodbye, my friend

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[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B42pFOnfcgU[/youtube] Sadly, today my beloved Tiss was put down. He was taken very ill last weekend and despite seemingly to have recovered and be perfectly happy and healthy, a tumour was found in his liver and while on the operating table today, he was put to sleep.

He was just over 10-years-old and we’d had him since he was just seven weeks old, so as you can imagine it’s quite a hard loss to take. I took this video of him when I was playing with him last night, well aware that it might be the last chance I had to do so. I don’t expect it to be of much interest to anyone else, but it means the world to me.

Goodbye, Tissy.