Lovely Lucy turned 11 this week -- so hard to imagine she is now this fine age. She came to my parents at around 7 when retired by her breeder, and then came with me to Ireland when my father got a bit unstable on his feet. She is the most darling dog, with the sweetest little face and nature -- though she is prone to arriving downstairs with a sock or underwear!

She is still going strong and likes a nice long walk though she is slower and likes to take her time having a proper sniff of things she comes across. She of all my dogs makes me laugh all the time -- she always seems to be doing something funny. She lets the cats and other dogs know their place with a single loud bark if they come too close when she is guarding a dirty sock, for example. And cats she just finds generally insulting -- fine if they go about their business but quite impertinent if they jump up near her in her favourite position on the top of the back of the sofa...

Here she is in one of the rare moments when she deigned to let Quincy snooze nearby...