Quyn

We had our alarm system installed after we were burgled in '92, but I still didn't feel completely safe and happy, and Ken and I discussed the possibility of getting a dog - not so much a guard dog, but a watch dog, who would bark and wake us if anyone tried to gain access. We put the idea on hold - a dog, after all, is a huge responsibility - until I went to Pet's Paradise to pick up some kit treats on the 28^th June 1993...

It was our habit to go upstairs to the actual pet part (that's where Argent kitnapped me) and that day they'd just had in a litter of 7-8 week old puppies - border collies, I was told. One of them put his paws up on the wire netting and yipped at me, tail wagging, and I just had to give him a cuddle - whereupon he wriggled up under my hair and licked and nibbled at my ear.

... dognapped...

He was £45. I left a deposit to reserve him while I went home to pick up a cat carrier.

We have hundreds of photos, but these are a few favourites.

Persuading the pup out of the carrier and into his new home...	Just completely adorable.
'Border collie'? I don't think so....	He grew so quickly!
First winter.	That ridiculously cute head tilt was a very early trait...
... as was the trademark grin!
Cooling off in the stream at Nightingale Valley.	Noble in the garden!
Family. (Babbacombe summer '95)	I love this photo!
Guardian...	... and friend!
	A dog and his boy!
Happy to see the folks.	16.12.2007. My dog...

Quyn - fourteen years of loyalty, laughter and unconditional love.
Much loved, deeply missed.