My name is Shirley Hewitson. I have a family of four children very grown up now,
2 boys and 2 girls. I must not forget to mention, my darling, shall I say long suffering
husband Derek. He supports me and helps me more than I can say,
look after my beloved dogs.
Mother (she who has to be obeyed) said NO! I went to my father and said “Dad Oh please,
please” to no
avail, he was even more frightened of her than I was. So that was that.
and ever so nice. Not long afterwards they bought a dog a Chow Chow, (these were quite
rare at the time) they called him Brandy. Well I offered to take him for walks,
which I did most days. In the school holidays we were usually out together until we
were both tired. I suppose I grew to look upon him as my dog.
For two whole years this lasted. Then we had to move out of the area due to my
father’s job. I was more upset at losing the dog than
having to change schools.
a dog because we both worked full time so we both had a cat each. Eventually the time came
when I was able to get my first dog. She was a chocolate Labrador and she was beautiful
and adored our two children. I went on to have two more children and we slowly accumulated
a family of chickens, goats, rabbits, hamsters, guinea pigs and birds. We became known for
treating injured animals my children were instrumental in this. Hedgehogs would suddenly
appear along with cats and dogs but mainly birds.
Derek my husband was the bird ‘doctor’ and tended to many injured birds, sometimes they
stayed with us for a month or two. Our garage became the recuperating room as it had a
huge oil fired boiler that made the room quite warm and cosy, an ideal temperature for
injured animals. We fed and watered our injured. Hedgehogs would sometimes stay a day or
two or for a little longer before they went on their way fully recovered.
Our cats shared their food with them.
goats. Animals seem to thrive on this. Some instances it needed a little brandy
(this was a very special brandy). Sometimes milk or brandy was not appropriate and we could
only try to make an
injured animal as comfortable as possible.
seemed to meet the dog of my dreams. Then one day in 2002 I was at a championship
show when I saw two people carrying two small beautiful white dogs. Dogs that I had
never seen before. I literally ran after them and spoke to them to see what breed the
dogs were. They are Bolognese they both said and proceeded to tell me all about them.
Shortly after, my first Bolognese arrived. I knew from the very first day that I had
met my soul mate.
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