In the wars

It seems like spring madness has caused a few of our canine friends to injure themselves recently, the cash register at the local vets must be singing. First it was Max the Greyhound gashing his leg chasing a cat, then Lily decided to split open her paw, Coco ripped her dew claw apart yesterday, and not to be left out, the ever accident prone leg cocking calendar boy that is Dylan decided to cut his paw too - bang goes the no claims discount Stuart! Talking of Dylan, on Haughmond yesterday I may just have discovered why his picture is never out of the top five of "most viewed" photos in the Cast of Characters. It seems he has an ardent fan club in the form of a charming young man named Edward, Kate and Scott's son. Edward really loves Dylan, and pestered Scott all the way to Haughmond yesterday with, "We are going to see Dylan aren't we?". And who can blame you Edward, Dylan is a fine looking dog, keep clicking away, and who knows, when mom and dad finally move back into the Castlefield fold, they may consider getting you a Dylan dog of your own.
I hope the Haughmond walk raised lots of wonga for Breast Cancer Research, it was lovely to see the event so well supported, well done Jill et al for making it happen. But now the events section of the blog is looking a bit forlorn, but watch this space because I am hatching a plan for a monster Castle Walk BBQ in the summer, details TBC.
On a final note, Radio 4's The Unbelievable Truth programme made me chuckle tonight, it was asserted that guide dogs for the blind were colour blind at crossings, and merely waited for a break in the traffic to cross safely, which gave rise to the question, "Is that why we don't have Greyhounds for the blind?".The answer came that Greyhounds would make excellent guide dogs for blind, but only for blind people in real a hurry!