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We live near a small town in Scotland called Blairgowrie, which is about 20 miles from Perth and Dundee and about 70 miles from Glasgow.
We are lucky enough to have about 5 acres of land attached to the house, and this is enjoyed by our 3 dogs and 6 cats, as well as Roe Deer, foxes, hedgehogs and other small mammals.
We’ve been
owned by Bernese Mountain Dogs since 1986 but currently have only
one- Roxie, who was born in December 2001 and
who came to us in June 2002.
Sadly over the last couple of years, we've lost my 3 Bernese Girls.
First Belle 
, in February 2001,
who collapsed and died just 4 days later; the post mortem
discovered that she died of an extremely rare Apocrin gland
cancer - a microscopic tumour which started in the anal gland and
metastasized throughout her abdomen. She was 6 years old.
Then in the
following November, her full-litter sister, Jaz 
became ill and
within a week had been helped across The Bridge. She had a
primary lung cancer and had turned 7 that September.
Annie 
, my Alpha girl was
11 in January 2002 and was slowing down, although far from
handing the reins of power over to Toby. Her joints gave her
problems and we decided to start acupuncture. Unfortunately the
day she was due for her second appointment, we found her
collapsed and rushed her to the vets, as she was in severe
respiratory failure. We made the decision to end her suffering.
After such a long life, she deserved to go with dignity, and with
the help of our vet (whom she had known and loved since puppyhood)
she slipped peacefully across The Bridge. October 2002 was
definitely the end of an era. Her post mortem surprised us all.
She had died from heart failure. No-one had picked up on this
despite being given thorough check-ups several times over the
previous months, the last time being just prior to her first
acupuncture session. We think that a severe viral infection, with
a high fever, in September had probably been the cause (much like
viral fevers can do to humans), although we will never know for
sure. At least it wasn't cancer!
After my best boy Boots 
died in 1996, I
felt I’d never be able to replace him, and we decided a
Newfy would fill his place in our pack.
So in December '96,
Toby 
arrived – and nothing has been quite
the same since... He will be 7 in October this year and has
finally matured into the laid back Newf we had dreamed about.
This change was partially wrought in January 2002 when he aquired
a baby sister,
Seafar Just a
Minute, "Maggie" or Maggot to those who know her... 
.
Their stories will be the next to be told (watch this space!)
Hopefully, I will be adding pictures regularly to this site, and I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed taking them.