Pawnderings

Where the dogs make sense and humans... try to keep up

Soulmate Sven (and the Humbling of a Very Important Human)

I arrive to see them. After five months. Five months of wanting sooner. Trying sooner.Negotiating sooner. But I wasn’t allowed. So I built something instead. Quiet certainty. A private storyline with excellent confidence and absolutely no live feedback. That when I walked back in… it would be ecstatic. Obviously. Because that’s what reunion is. Because that’s what we are . Or so I had decided. My boys. In my heart, at least. Slow mornings. Late evenings in the garden.The life

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5 days ago2 min read

Bazinga: Professional Mole Hunter, Part-Time Pub Regular

In memory of one big-hearted, snack-driven, dirt-digging, terrace-sitting gentleman… Bazinga. 🐾 Bazinga You were never just a dog not really— you were a presence, a soft, stubborn heartbeat wrapped in fur and quiet determination. A husky with a mission: mole patrol. Nose to earth, digging like the world depended on it, as if somewhere beneath the soil was a secret only you could uncover. Always hungry— oh, gloriously so— five pig ears a day, in your dreams, one in reality, a

Hester Regoort

Mar 252 min read

Ned The Chicken King

Ned, Neddy, the Nedster—he was a lab-cross enigma wrapped in wobbling, lovable confusion. His big floppy ears pointed every which way, his grey coat gleamed like satin in the sun, and his face could melt hearts while he tried—often unsuccessfully—to negotiate life’s mysteries. Every flop down the stairs, every accidental slide across the kitchen floor, every confused glance said: “Admire my genius… or at least don’t trip over me.” Ned loved chicken. Really loved chicken. Stuf

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Mar 82 min read