My Plant Pot grew a Daisy!!!

Found Daisy just chilling in the plant pot! Soppy date!

Whilst Captain Jack, always thinking about his tummy, was giving David the paws up for the chicken with beer up its bottom, for the BBQ!

Jan Chamberlain sent this photo in:

Here's a pic of Willow in a plant pot! Editors Note: Aha!! So this is quite normal behaviour for a Welsh terrier then!

Also, Nigel wondered if I had any advice about trimming the dog below:

Well, I'd say find a very soft brush. Carefully run over dog. Then pop it up on a display shelf. well out of the reach of an inquisitive Willow or Izzy!

Enid Southgate sent this in:

I hope you are both well- we have another month to go and who knows after that? All ok with us, doing lots out of doors. We are very lucky to live where we do. I am sending you this poem which amused me no end.

I'm normally a social girl

I love to meet my mates

But lately with the virus here

We can't go out the gates.

You see, we are the 'oldies' now

We need to stay inside

If they haven't seen us for a while

They'll think we've upped and died.

They'll never know the things we did

Before we got this old

There wasn't any Facebook

So not everything was told.

We may seem sweet old ladies

Who would never be uncouth

But we grew up in the 60s -

If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll

The pill and miniskirts

We smoked, we drank, we partied

And were quite outrageous flirts

Then we settled down, got married

And turned into someone's mum,

Somebody's wife, then dear old granny

Who on earth did we become?

We didn't mind the change of pace

Because our lives were full

But to bury us before we're dead

Is like a red rag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside

For 4 weeks, maybe more

I finally found myself again

Then I had to close the door!

It didnt really bother me

I'd while away the hour

I'd bake for all the family

But I've got no bloody flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful

I like a gutsy thriller

I'm swooning over Idris

Or some random sexy killer.

At least I've got a stash of booze

For when I'm being idle

There's wine and whiskey, even gin

If I'm feeling suicidal!

So let's all drink to lockdown

To recovery and health

And hope this bloody virus

Doesn't decimate our wealth.

We'll all get through the crisis

And be back to join our mates

Just hoping I'm not far too wide

To fit through the flaming gates!

On a more serious note.....

A colleague of mine wrote this:

"I just want to warn folks - it’s the time of the year for getting flea collars/treatments etc. Do not use a company called UK Animal Health. I bought 2 Seresto Collars from them on line and discovered after ordering that the goods come from China and when they arrived they were counterfeit. Although they looked genuine I was suspicious and contacted Bayer, the company who manufacture them. They pointed out how to tell the difference. In fact I’ve done a little more research and there’s lots of fakes out there and if it looks cheap it’s probably fake. Go to a reputable seller. " As CJ and Daisy wear these every year, I was alarmed about this and asked my colleague if there was anything specific to watch out for and this was her reply:

"Patricia Meecham the most obvious ways of telling is that they should be covered with a white powdery substance when you first open them. Also the word seresto on the tin should be raised up. And make sure there is a lot no and expiry date on the reverse. I think also that company is ok." I go to the same company every year ( Pet Drugs Online) and thank goodness they are the correct collars. Not everyone gets on with them but they have always been ok for our dogs. We do have herds of deer close by and also lots of foxes roam through our garden. Once these collars are on they last until September and not one tick will appear.

Sandra Kisby writes:

The tick collar info is very helpful. I usually buy through our vet as Bertie spends a lot of time in the long grass in Norfolk. I must get a tick remover gadget. Will try to get the one you suggested online as less expensive.

I think everyone will know this but just in case - Bertie likes to eat grass and that is fine but I was just by him in the garden when I noticed the grass he was eating was next to bluebells and he seemed to be nibbling their leaves as well. I stopped him and thought no more of it. However later on he was violently sick, bright yellow bile, was very under the weather for 2 days not moving just wanting to rest and I wondered what was wrong. It suddenly struck me that it must be something he had eaten but as he is on the lead all the time at the moment I couldn't fathom how that had happened, then I remembered the bluebell leaves. I googled it and EXTREMELY poisonous!! I have a whole border of them and unfortunately they are under my Autumn fruiting raspberries, impossible to take out one without the other. I found it easier to dig out any grass that is growing any where near bluebells are as it was the grass he went for and accidentally got a bit of leaf as well. We have been here 15 years and this has never happened before and of course I can't be sure of the cause of his illness. He has now fully recovered but I don't have peace of mind when he is out in the garden and may have to review the whole planting scenario in the autumn.

Editors Note:

We have covered this subject before so I am going to give you the link to look at on

Member's Comments.

Don't forget the password is 2020Comments so you can look at any time. The information is under Poisonous Plants. Thank you Sandra for the reminder that we have this.

David & Jan Morgan:

The bluebells seem a little early this year in reaching bloom and we took our afternoon walk through the wood yesterday at 5pm.

Jack is never normally off the lead (recall only good in straight line over 50 metres between Jan & I with treat available!)

(Editors Note: Yes David and I have done that with some of our dogs and have even had two of them off lead, but with Daisy there is no straight line and she would be off like a rocket. She is so fast too.)

But there was no one around d and for half an hour he leaped around the trees and flowers.

7 next month-seems like yesterday we collected our tiny friend from North Wales. As the old rhyme goes-'Life's a lot merrier with a Welsh terrier!'

Love David, Jan & Jack x