We now have eight dogs on the premises. No, we’re not insane, six of these are puppies. Ok, maybe a little insane then…

We look after my father’s working Welsh Collies. Two beautiful bitches with completely different personalities. The oldest, Bella, gave us six bundles of joy about four weeks ago, and it’s pushed us to get on with their dogrun quickly, before the pups start to drive mum (Bella) and auntie (Ginny) completely insane.

Hopefully we can get it done in the next few days. I feel awful for the dogs sometimes: Because they’re working dogs, it doesn’t make a lot of sense for them to be in the house. There is the old adage that a working dog can never be a pet, that it will simply refuse to work if it gets a taste of the finer things in life. But there are also practical issues like our house getting demolished only a year after we finished renovating it, (I should probably post a picture of the damage Ginny inflicted on our kitchen wall – apparently she had an issue with our plastering abilities) and also the fact that we don’t have much time to exercise them. They get all their exercise at work, and its what the breed was designed for.

They get all the attention they need, they are fed, watered, cleaned and above all loved greatly by us, but we will never be their masters. It’s a slight irritation at times, but when lovely moments like the birth of these pups come along it makes us feel good to know that these dogs are well looked after, and not simply left to their own devices at the farm.

So, it’s time for me to leave work and go help David with his progress so far. We have to lay some paving down by the kennel to stop us getting plastered in mud everytime the dogs jump up for attention. It’s annoying at times, yes, but completely lovable too.

I’ll have some more images soon, hopefully of the pups playing in their new enclosure. As soon as I get my video editor sorted I may well have some clips to share as well!