Here is Boot modelling our new business cards that arrived this week.
As you can see from the image, our business cards replicate a dogs tag threaded with a piece of ribbon – we think this creative approach adds a little extra sparkle to our business and makes us stand out from the rest.
This attention to detail is something Wagtails puts in to every element of the business, whether it’s grooming your dog to make them smell fresh and clean, to walking your dog making them happy and fulfilled, to running with your dogs in the beautiful Surrey countryside.
To get your paws on one of our Wagtails business cards please contact Louisa Wellington on 07980 713821, we look forward to hearing from you!
Ever lost your dog ? My daughter was hysterical when hers went missing for half an hour last year. But it can happen to anyone…
It happened to Ellie recently. . . . .
We were in the garden on a nice day, mowing the lawn; getting rid of the weeds, planting flowers… just trying to make up time for all the days lost to rain over the last few weeks. Normally Ellie sticks to us like a shadow; but in the garden tends to do her own thing amongst the bushes, compost, dead rabbits, you know the kind of thing…or she’ll just lie in the sun.
On this sunny day we retired to our garden bench after an exacting shift. The bench is against the kitchen wall in the sun, an apt place to rest and enjoy a drink – until we noticed there was NO SIGN OF THE DOG..
We called – and whistled, but she had disappeared. Had one of us left the side gate open and she had escaped to the road in front of an encroaching farm vehicle ? Or had she magaged to get through the hedge at the back like her cava-poo pal had done a few days earlier ? Now there were cows on the other side of the hedge so could she have been involved in a stampede ? Suddenly the scenario was bleak. We were faced with losing our dearest friend.
What to do ? No point in calling the police. We could make a phone call and scramble all other dog-owners we know in the village, or, living near the coast, we could ring the guys that operate the air-sea rescue helicopter and worry about the expense later. Or we could argue with each other as to who was responsible for not being dog-aware….
But then, all of a sudden, I felt a wet nose on my leg and out from under the bench emerged our Ellie with a yawn, and when the yawn had disappeared those teeth formed a little smile – no doubt anticipating the forthcoming hug from the wife, and the little doggie-noise from me : Grrrr…..
My Dad is in a care home following a stroke, and we took Ellie in to see the residents this week. I have to say she lights up the place. When the visiting hairdresser noticed her she told us she was organising a dog show on behalf of the RSPCA at the local Home and […]
Last week I watched a live football match on TV. As a lifelong Leicester City fan 2015/16 is a bit special. I was alone on the sofa with Ellie and by half-time she was a bit bored. To alleviate this I gave her an old rolled-up copy of Radio Times to play with, and after a while this was reduced to confetti. No matter – or so I thought….
Next day I was alone with her again and made the mistake of leaving my wallet on the dining table. My previous wallet had been destroyed by her but it needed replacing anyway – and was empty. This time it contained a nice new £20 note so imagine my concern when I saw the intact wallet in one corner, and a £20 note on the opposite side that looked as if it had been through the shredder. Ellie had discovered a taste for paper.
In the afternoon I sheepishly took her into the local Lloyds Bank. It was half-term so there were four young children sitting on the low window-sill whilst the cashiers were slowly reducing the queue, I joined it whilst Ellie amused the kids. “Cute dog” said the cashier when I reached the front. “I’m glad you said that” I replied, ” because that’s why we’re here”.
( If she hadn’t been that cute I’m sure the cashier wouldn’t have swapped the shredded note for a brand new one.)
So no harm done, but I think the Government ought to introduce a £20 coin……
Today Ellie made me feel a right wally. She is particularly fond of a special ball, a blue one with a triangular tip, making it bounce unpredictably. Our local fields have ressembled a swamp recently, so I took her to the village recreation ground which was less waterlogged. In one corner there is a double tennis-court (normally locked) and two astro-turfed enclosed football courts, where a bunch of teenagers were behaving normally; swearing, smoking, dropping litter and even playing a little football…
Ellie and I were having fun. With my ball-flinger and a swirling wind, the ball was flying – and so was she, until a particular gust took the ball high and over the fence into the tennis court….
A lot of whining and pawing the fence ensued; even the dog did the same. How could we get the ball back ?
Luckily the fence had a lot of give in it so I grabbed the base and heaved skywards hoping Ellie would go through and retrieve her favourite toy. But no; she stuck by me. I could have thrown a fillet steak in there and she would have remained – what a loyal hound !
Then a brilliant idea. One of the teenagers was sufficiently puny to get through the hole I had formed so off we went to the group to single him out. After expaining my dilemma he followed me out and over to the tennis court where I once again grabbed the base and heaved…
With eyes bulging and bowels about to explode I was stopped in my tracks by one of the older boys who arrived with the question “what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m using your little pal to crawl through the fence for the ball” I explained. With that the spotty youth looked at me up and down with disdain, then walked to the tennis-court gate – and opened it…..
I am sure some dogs can smile – tongues out, eyes sparkling. Anyway, Ellie can…..