Raw Taste.

I’m jumping the gun a little with this next post but as the story I have to tell is relevant to this time of year I thought it best told now rather than later.

At this stage Tippy would be about four months old and was now up for proper big dog walks down the fields so after dinner one fine evening we took a walk down the fields and through the wood where the scary wind rustles in the tops of the pine trees to a little neglected area that was home to a few blackberry patches. Here with the help of Tippy I picked a good lot of blackberries. I say ‘with the help’ of Tippy for good reason because I noticed while I was filling my container that she too was plucking off the berries. She wasn’t as fussy as I though and was helping herself to any colour she could reach including little green ones. This all happened in the days before mobiles phones with cameras or even camera’s without film so unfortunately all the pictures I have of this episode and a lot more in her life are just the ones left in my head so instead I will post this picture because from green Blackberries she progressed in future years to green beans carrots and raw apple. Every night up until just a few nights before she died she would come for a piece of my apple.