Brin

Bess has been our only dog since August and we've been thinking about getting her a companion.  After scanning the adverts Kev came across a whippet cross lurcher pup which looked a likely candidate so we drove down to have a look.  Needless to say we came back with an adorable 13 week old pup.  She's a fawn colour with brindle markings and we've called her Brin.   

Sharing the bed but it won't be big enough for long

Bess was very excited to have a playmate but the games had to stop when Bess went to be speyed.   Unfortunately Bess had a tough time after the operation.  The anaesthetic left her lethargic for several days and she picked up an infection.  Happily she is now on the mend and back to her old sparky self.  In the meantime Brin has been learning some key words such as "NO" which is often required.

We were well prepared for our first snow which blew horizontally across the marina on a bitter wind.  Brin borrowed Bess' coat for her frequent trips out and we quickly hurried back on board.  We've been warm and snug on the boat but the wheelhouse wasn't built for arctic blizzards.  The strong winds blew through the gaps depositing snow on the inside.  Brent III's interior is separated from the wheelhouse by a pair of sturdy wooden doors so the snow remained frozen and was easily swept up.  

The marina's wildfowl appear whenever there was a chance of scraps.  Late one night I opened the curtains to check the weather before taking the dogs out.  When I stepped out onto the front deck I was surprised to see 5 swans, the marina's ducks and some moorhens all waiting expectantly.   On another occasion a cheeky moorhen walked along the jetty looking in the windows before jumping onto the front deck. It's efforts were rewarded and so now it's a regular visitor.