Friend for the day

It’s a dogs life


Yesterday whilst wandering down the back streets of Kochi a dog joined us.  He seemed a little thirsty, it was a hot sticky day and we were carrying water, so I found a large leaf that could be used as a bowl and gave him water 

Well that was it,  it appeared we were now proud owners of an obedient dog that followed us everywhere.  He sat outside shops and waited for us then toddled along beside us every step we made 

When we went into the Maritime Museum  I thought,  we will surely loose him now as there were security on the door.  We entered the museum and  less than 5 minutes later, he had entered too and was along side us again inside the museum grounds!  

And quite a little poser he was too,  when a group of men started to take photos of a military plane, he joined them and became a bigger centre of attention than the plane, 

with each group member having an individual photo taken with “Shiva ” , yes by this stage we had given him a name 
So the rest of the day progressed with Shiva along side us, until the evening came. .and suddenly. ..he left us

Too busy to just be

I teach mindfulness amongst the many things I do. 

How to enjoy the moment, live in the present etc.  The last 7 days have been very busy with me working morning, noon and until late in the evening on many days.

It struck me on my last mindfulness group on Saturday how unmindful I had been over the last week.  We open the group my each sharing a “mindful moment” we had experienced over the last 7 days, a moment where we had been fully present and not rushing around on autopilot. 

I struggled to think of one and I am the teacher of the group!  I also teach self compassion, so I could forgive myself. ..but none the less. So a little reminder to myself. ..allow myself to be in the moment.

A photo I took today as I was walking the dog. ..

An audience of one. .. a dog

Friday night was my spoken word event at the Ort, a small bohemian cafe in Balsall Heath.  

It’s not just spoken word,  it’s dance, music, comedy. ..and everything else people wish to do.

Each month I take my dog, this month whist a comedian was on, she became very demanding of my attention which caused the audience much amusement and to pay full attention to her. ..not the comedian on stage. 

Comedians are heckled occasionally, not many by dogs. he did what every comedian in this situation would do…replied to the heckler face on .

So he sat down and delivered his set to my dog!

A dog who was too posh to push

Well almost.  Many years ago we had a dog called Scooby, she had a puppy who we called Buddha and which we kept. 

My children were all growing up and therefore Buddha became the whole families baby. ..wrongly some would say, she was spoilt with huge amounts love and attention

A male dog entered the garden one day and made Buddha pregnant. .

…months later a horrified Buddha began to give birth.  To most dogs this is a natural process, not to Buddha.  Help was soon on hand to deliver the pups.  She took one look at them and left her mother Scooby to bring them up  … 

Many years on, she is still very spoilt and even now, runs a mile everytime a male dog gives her a sniff.

 Below is a rare photo of her with her pups 

A Wet Zebra 

I recently bought a zebra waterproof poncho.  I am going to India in a couple of weeks and it’s still their rainy season.  Do I thought a fun waterproof zebra poncho would be perfect. 

It’s been rather rainy here too, so I thought I would test it in the local park whilst walking the dog.

Off I went,  yes people looked at me.  You don’t often get a lady dressed as a zebra walking a dog in our local park…the rain came down. ..”ha ha I thought,  at least I will be dry!” 

It leaked. ..big time.  The fury  mane on my head, seamed to act like a funnel for rain to run down my back. I became a very wet zebra walking my dog in the local park

Album Cover Photographer..What Me!

I take photos, lots of photos. Always using my mobile and mostly of small things,  bugs rain drops etc. 

Today I spent a most pleasant afternoon in a field, in the middle of nowhere with 5 people, my dog, a young boy and a baby. . Oh yes along with a clothes line , along with other sonewhat strange props. 

Most surprisingly I was asked to take photos for an album cover for a recording artist I knew…  And therefore  I did

RIP Scooby Doo

6 years ago Scooby Doo died 

No I don’t mean the cartoon dog, I mean the family dog that was named after the cartoon dog.  My young daughter who was two at the time wanted a dog, so we got a family dog…Scooby Doo. 

She was a lovely dog, so scared of water, she walked around puddles, she wad happiest when she was carrying  everything around in her mouth and also she was incredibly maternal.  On one occasion, she had a puppy who was born dead, we buried the pup in the garden.  Not long after,  Scooby had dug the puppy up and was trying to lick the pup alive. 

Scooby also gave birth to Buddha, the wonderful dog we still have. ..and so I guess
 a little bit of Scooby is still alive and happy 

A mindful moment in summer 

It’s summer and one of the hats I wear is a mindfulness teacher, so this is a mindful
 moment in my life right now. 

I am currently in trittiford park with Buddha my dog.  I can feel a mild  (not warm) breeze passing through my hair and touching my skin and the sun on my face. I can smell musky grass behind me and a slightly sweet and familiar smell of the leaves of trees close by.  I can hear, many birds tweeting, duck, geese, people talking in the distance and cars on the roads  near by. What can I see,  well that’s a long,  long list so a photo will give you a taste 


Dogs make a home.  Yesterday was a busy day, work, sorting out things before a week away. 

Part of that included dropping my dog Buddha off at my kids home. 

As soon as I left her, the car became quiet.  I arrived home and there was now wagging tail to greet me…she had only been gone an hour ….yet the home seemed lifeless. 

It’s incredible the impact one little four legged dog can have


It feels like summer is here, long warm days.  Temperature in the mid twenties. 

In the UK, we don’t have many days like this, so on days like this when walking my dog, 50 years worth of  warm summer days memories come flooding back.

The summer of 76 when I was 10 years  old. .it was our heatwave, day after day of hot sun. 

When my children were little fun summer holidays, exploring unknown places 

Summer memories are precious