Hello Summer!  Hope you're all managing to fill those bright, sunshiny days with plenty of sport and play.  So much Glen-friendly stuff to do, with festivals and fairs and breezy beaches to explore. 

 

Not that tennis isn't already exciting enough, but we'd like to see Glens at Wimbledon employed as ball-dogs on Centre Court.  I know!  Genius, right?  The prospect of a top-seeded player, immaculate in white, testily negotiating ball ownership with a scruffy, slightly belligerent Glen of Imaal terrier.  Now that would be worth the hefty ticket price alone!

 

Sky and Clodagh are both having a fun summertime and still enjoy each other's company.  Poor Clode has an infection in her lughole, which we're treating with Surolan ™.  Her ear was inflamed angry red inside, but she was not remotely irritated by it.  Typical Glen stoicism!  The vet thinks it should clear up soon, as we spotted it so quickly.  Apparently ear infections are quite common in dogs, yet Sky has never suffered from them.  Obviously, because she is Perfect. 

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Perfect, apart from her reluctance to come into season!  Sky is still not ready to mate, so we are now experiencing that vague creeping unease that can morph into blind panic.  We've been reassured that she is in rude health and fit as a fiddle.  So we wait.  I'll keep you all posted.  Until then, I leave you to ponder the immortal wise words of punk-poet Ian Dury:

 

'Also, it takes much longer to get up North.  The slow way...' 

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