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So, I've got something other than creatures for my bestiary today, I'd like to talk about Dogs, one of my favourite things.
My real name, as some of you know, is Connor, and by many definitions, especially Gaelic, Connor means 'Dog Lover'.... No, not in that way ¬¬
And by all means, for as long as I can remember I have loved the company of dogs, and seemingly, they've enjoyed my company too. Over many years I've had many dogs. Bruno, Bobby, Tara, Scrumpy, Diesel...

I have no pictures of Bruno, but he was the first dog we ever had, we had him from his birth right to his very last day on earth, where he was so ill he could hardly move. He was a lovely dog and enjoyed nothing more than a good cuddle, until over the years he grew bitter in his old age and liked to just hide behind the armchair with his trove of stolen materials from around the house...

The second dog we ever got, was bought for my older sister. My stepdad was in a pet shop one day when Bobby, a very small puppy at this time, plodded over and fell asleep on his foot. He HAD to buy him at this point. So bobby was brought home as a surprise for my sister, who loved him to no end... For a while, over the years his 'novelty wore off' with her and I ended up being the one who walked him and fed him and looked after him, and soon, in time me and Bobby had a great bond. After some time, Helen moved to my dad's house, taking Bobby with her, she's left to live in her own home with her child and Bobby has been left with my dad. Recently I've moved in with my dad and now Bobby is once again, in my care, here's a picture of him I took recently:

He's getting old now, bless him :(

The third dog we got, was again for my older sister, she got this dog, Tara, whilst living with my dad, and so she still lives with him and in turn me now. I don't have a picture of her, but I have this painting I did for my dad:

She's a Staffordshire Bull-terrier. She's fat and makes noises like a pig and she's generally unpleasant towards Bobby, see that scar under his eye on the earlier pic? That was her. I don't like her very much, but it's hard for me to really HATE a dog...

The FOURTH dog I got was called Scrumpy. Of all my dogs I loved her the most. She would sleep on my bed and insisted on cuddling me. All the time. She was cute, gentle and really motherly... for a dobermann. We got her from a rescue in Wales, she was called Tara by her original owners, but being that we already had a Tara, we re-named her after an alcoholic beverage she stole from my Mother's friend. Here are some pictures of her:

 She was clearly neglected by her previous owners, she'd been bred so much that her teets hung very low, she'd had her tail and 'ankle claws?' cut off. She also got a cyst at one point which needed surgery to be removed. She went through a lot. Two years ago, I went on a trip to the lake district with college, and when I came home my Father informed me she'd died of a heart attack. I still miss her today, especially when I'm having a hard time. And lately, I've been missing her a lot, A. Because it's nearly around that time when she passed away, and B. I'm having a very bad time lately. Because of this, I was thinking of her the other night and decided to create this:

I know, this mediocre painting is hardly enough to merit this huge blog post... But it means a lot to me. She meant a lot to me... And I just wanted to share it with you...

Moving on, my FIFTH dog, who I sadly had to give away when we moved recently, is called Diesel. Gladly, my best friend agreed to take him so I still see him every week or so. Diesel is a really nice dog and he means well and I do love him, but he's got far too much energy and the giddiness of a small dog... But he's not small enough to be that giddy. I have plenty of pictures of diesel, because after Scrumpy was gone, I wished I'd took more pictures of her, so here's a few of Diesel:

Thanks for reading :)