Review of Dog Tails by Tara Chevrestt – 3.5 Stars

Dog Tails: Three Humorous Short Stories for Dog LoversDog Tails: Three Humorous Short Stories for Dog Lovers by Tara Chevrestt

My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars

I was undecided whether to leave a review for this or not, it’s difficult to advise others who are considering reading it of any more info than what it says in the description.
Three short stories all told from the viewpoint of dogs. Sweet, humorous and a cheap collection. I’m not sure what age bracket this book was aimed at. Most dog owners will enjoy it but I’d probably recommend it as more of something to be read with a child (maybe not the first story but definitely the other two).
Summary
The Bad – A little bit too sugary sweet for adult readers (I think but that could be put down to personal taste).
The Good – Easy, quick reads at a low price. I imagine this book would be quite a nice book to read with a pet loving child too.

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Similar to Notes from a Small Dog: Four Legs on Two by Sue Vincent – to see a review for this Click Here

Watching the lights – #Writephoto

She stood under the bridge…watching.

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Through the window she saw exactly what she expected, the perfect family seated around the dining table. She could see it all so clearly even as the tears briefly blurred her vision then rolled down her ice cold cheek. The children were perfectly dressed, perfectly behaved, and the perfect image of their mother, two boys and a girl. The scene was completed by the doting wife, a loyal dog, and an elderly grandma asleep in the chair. Suppressing the anger and swiping at the tears she turned pulling her thin jacket closer. He did not deserve that perfect family, not when he had turned his back on her and her mother to have it. As she moved further away from the lights and into the darkness she allowed a small catlike smile to spread across her face, she would enjoy ruining his perfect night.


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A Little Luck of the Irish

Happy St Patrick’s Day Everyone!

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My grandfather was Irish. I have many wonderful memories of staying with him in the School Holidays. Visiting family and friends, helping out on the farm, and those treasured visits to the beautiful beaches. 

My favourite thing about my Irish family though is they can all tell a story and my grandfather told many. His stories stayed with me through my years, some comical, some fantastical and some completely illogical! Have I ever told you the one about the giant in Ireland throwing rocks at the giant in Scotland?… Well, I’ll save it for another day. My point is he took the time to tell them to me and it is something I cherish and hope one day to do the same with my grandchildren (tell stories that is not throw rocks!).

My grandfather loved nothing more than having a variety of friends and family over for a few drinks and everyone in the room would sit and exchange stories. They would make toasts to celebrate good news and make toasts with a positive spin on any bad news, there was always a reason to smile and cheer and celebrate. For me, this is what St Patrick’s Day means. 

I still love to come across an Irish blessing knowing that it may have been woven into one of the many toasts I overheard. 

“If you do not sow in the spring you will not reap in the autumn.”

“Here’s that we may always have a clean shirt, a clean conscience, and a coin in our pocket.”

“May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been, the foresight to know where you’re going and the insight to know when you’re going too far.”

So my toast for this year is, to remember those we have lost with fondest memories, be thankful for those we always have, and those new friends we have found, and be hopeful a little luck of the Irish will come your way and into your heart. 

And May Your Top Shelf be Full of Good Irish Whiskey!

Grandma’s Night Out

A few months ago my mother arranged a visit down to stay with me for a few days and brought my grandma with her. I have glorious memories from my upbringing are of my mother taking myself (and sometimes my grandma) to the theatre, so I decided it would be a lovely surprise to book a night at the theatre for us. What was on at the theatre?

The Full Monty!”

This was a stage production of the actual movie so not just some sleazy stripping, but let’s face it, it’s still a movie about stripping! What to do? My wonderful plans were already going of course, so I thought sod it! And booked them anyway.

I had a discussion with my best friend and we decided in for a penny in for a pound and her and her mother joined us. Worst case scenario my grandma would hate it and if so my OH happily agreed he would pick her up and take her back home. My mum and grandma arrived and after exchanging greetings and news we sat down to a lovely dinner Darling OH had prepared, I decided this was the moment to unveil my surprise and passed the envelope with the tickets. On opening, my mother thought they were for the pantomime (the theatre company had included an advertisement on the back of the tickets), when I told her to read it again. She burst out laughing and I explained I thought it would be a nice treat and we’d make a girly evening of it.

We got ready, OH dropped us off and we full montymade our way inside. The seats I booked were the cheapest and literally the back row of the theatre, practically in the rafters (I hadn’t thought this through as I have a disabled mother and a grandma with me!) but we got to our seats and waited for the show to start – the small theatre was packed out. Half an hour, my mum and my grandma were giggling along with the rest of us. Nothing to worry about at all. In fact the funniest bit of the evening was my grandma rolling her eyes and saying “yeah right” at one of the scenes, this made my mother and I laugh even harder!..

We now have even more treasured memories of the theatre, although entirely different from those previously.

I wonder if I can book magic mike for next year?…

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Lessons Learnt from a Tray of Eggs

My OH paid a short visit to the grandparents today, not something we get to do nearly as often as we’d like. His Grandma is one of my favourite people on earth, she is really short and probably as round as she is tall but she’s an amazing tower of strength. She’s is a proper matriarch of the family, that always wants to know how all the family are doing all the time (with 8 children, 19 grandchildren and 15 great-grandchildren it’s not an easy task!), but she just wants to know everyone is doing well, healthy and happy.

She’s never had a lot of money, with 8 children to raise and feed and granddad working as a farm labourer you learn to make do, yet all the kids and grandkids and great grandkids adore her and no-one ever feels they missed out. Even now in her older years she was telling my OH that she managed to purchase a second hand 3-piece suite for £30. My husband realised we had paid more than that for our dog bed! In a world that is based on keeping up with the Jones’, it is easy to forget that these things will not matter in the long run. We may feel at the time that we are missing out on something but six months, a year, 5 years down the line will we still feel like that?Lewis Carroll_Alice in Wonderland_different yesterday

My OH took something away from the visit (quite literally) and it seemed appropriate to share it. Grandma and Granddad are pensioners without a lot of money, yet as my OH left the house grandma thrust a tray of eggs into his hands. Granddad still keeps an allotment with a few chickens and ducks on it, so we got given some eggs. We have enough to buy these things, and they didn’t take anything for them they just wanted to share what they had with the ones they love. I think that is a beautiful, touching, honourable thing.

“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
– George Bernard Shaw

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