About

Grizzled red border terrier, born 19th October 2009. Interested in photojournalism and social comment. I live in the moment and find recalling detail and using narrative a challenge, so I blog.

At 10 weeks old, along with my litter mates and both parents, I moved to a large farmhouse kitchen in rural Warwickshire. I was the smallest, some would say 'runt'. Concerned I ate slower than the rest, our keeper fed us altogether then supplemented me separately later. Convinced her powers of detachment as a veterinary nurse some decades before were safely in place, she was unaware of the consequences. Some weeks later my parents and siblings left, I stayed.

Now fully grown, I am two thirds the size of your average border. In some ways my size is my best asset. Although I happen to be from a relatively young breed, experts say we are beginning to be bred too big. I rest my case.

My keeper is a little embarrassed about me being a pedigree and more so a fashionable one. Although, I know she is quietly proud and especially so because I am more from working stock than domestic lines, this seems to justify some strange ethic she has.

My hobbies include spinning shoes, tug-of-war, flushing wild pheasants, socialising with both dog and human friends. I hate cats and bicycles.

Dad above, then mum and me next to her