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My Baby Boy, Capone, Is Dying.

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Classic 1Never has there been a more faithful friend.

Capone is only nine, going on 10 but I know that his time is approaching quickly, far too fast for me.

He saved me when I escaped London from a woman and a destructive lifestyle.  We used to walk five miles every day – at least.  Now he has to be encouraged every step, at best half a mile then I have to take him home and Carla and I go out again for exercise

He has a strong, stable, self-contained personality.  He is loving, obedient but independent.  He is my guide as much as I am his master.

He has severe arthritis in all four legs, particularly around the elbows but he also has some sort of spinal problem and you can see it clearly from the way he walks.  For some months anti-inflammatories seemed to help but no longer.  Now he is on 300mg gabapentin twice a day and there has been an improvement, without evident side effects.

He also developed epilepsy a few years ago and about every six months he has a cluster of about a dozen seizures over 24 – 36 hours.

I shall be by his side until the final moment and that will be a very difficult decision to make.  As long as he is happy and enjoying life I will look after him. When he finally goes to that neverending walk in the sky his legs won’t ever hurt again, the sun will always shine and there will be deer and rabbits to chase around every corner.

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February 8, 2015 at 12:44 pm

Anti-Dog Jobsworths In Weymouth

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This gate opens onto farmland and scrub stretching just half a mile from the Jurassic coast, up and over the Dorset ridgeway.

If you head due east, maybe a touch to the north, you can walk with your dog (or dogs) for five or six miles and never come across a building nor even a road.

Yet Weymouth and Portland Borough Council choose to threaten us with a £5000 fine for not having our dogs on a lead, or £1000 for allowing them to, ahem, shit (for want of a better word).

The path leads away from the main road through Sutton Poyntz and the signs can’t be directed at people coming towards the village because they’re impossible to see from that direction.

Half a mile further west it’s the same thing on Chalbury Rings, the bronze age hill fort, which is as remote as anywhere.  In five years, walking there regularly, I might have bumped into someone else once, perhaps twice.

The nasty, dog-hating, money-wasting, officious ‘little Hitlers’ that devise and operate this policy are the very worst of Britain. Local government seems to be infested with them.

Paradise Valley

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Paradise Valley

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The early summer has made the valley explode into life.  Read the latest instalment here.

Paradise Valley

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Two hours here with the dogs every morning.

It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

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Every Politician Needs Special Advisors…

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…Why Do You Think They Call Me The Anti-Prohibition Pit Bull?

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April 16, 2011 at 12:56 pm

Paradise Valley

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There’s just the very slightest suggestion of spring in Paradise Valley.

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