Posts Tagged ‘Patterdale Terrier’

Get your own fancy bed!

If you’ve followed our posts so far, you’ll already have met the original mighty pooch Bruce, and super Sam the dachshund, but when young whippersnapper Brucie and Great Uncle Sam have a sleepover together, it’s clear to see who’s boss!

It’s true. Bruce actually knows Sam the dachshund as Great Uncle Sam. I know I’m a loon but really it makes sense. Sam belongs to my grandmother; therefore, he must be Bruce’s great uncle. And, if we’re getting really silly, Sam must also be my mother’s brother. (Admittedly, that suggestion isn’t too popular with my mother.)

Bruce loves his furry bed

Bruce loves his furry bed

Great Uncle Sam is about eight years older than Bruce. The very first time they met, when Bruce was an inquisitive puppy with very few manners, Sam put him firmly in his place. One word of warning from the old guy – I suspect along the lines of respecting your elders – has ensured there’s been no bother since. They spend evenings together quite happily, allow one another a welcome sniff and Bruce is always excited (although I can’t think why, since Sam virtually ignores him) when we announce that Great Uncle Sam is coming over.

Bruce and Sam had their first ever sleepover together a couple of months ago at my mum’s house. When it was time to go to bed, mum left them downstairs in their beds and went up to her room. All was quiet. She dozed off.

Then, little noises started emanating from the bedside – tiny whimpers that appeared to be right with her in the bedroom, like a little car alarm going off on the bedroom carpet. Mum peered down and there was Bruce, gazing up at her. It appeared that he was lodging some sort of complaint.

Realising Bruce wasn’t going back downstairs without her, mum trudged down the stairs after Bruce, who seemed extremely insistent that she should follow him post haste.

He led her into the sitting room, straight over to his bed. At once, the cause of Bruce’s grumblings became clear. Great Uncle Sam, sensing that Bruce’s faux-fur-lined bed was a tad more luxurious than his own, had evidently ordered the youngster to hop it before taking up rather smug residence in the centre of Bruce’s bed. Yes, it appeared that Bruce had gone upstairs to find his ‘granny’ with a view to complaining that Sam had stolen his bed and rendered him homeless.

Sam and Bruce - the old gentleman and the young whippersnapper!

Sam and Bruce – the old gentleman and the young whippersnapper!

Mum tried to insist that Sam evacuate Bruce’s bed but Sam haughtily refused. It was clear that he thought, as the elder statesman, he should own the swankiest bed, not that young, foolish upstart Bruce. As soon as Sam was reinstalled in his own bed, he got out again and trotted back to Bruce’s. Bruce looked on, perplexed.

Eventually, as Bruce wouldn’t set foot in Sam’s rejected bed, mum found a solution that Bruce was happy with. She made him a makeshift bed on the sofa (ooh treat!), into which he curled, fixing a beady eye on Sam throughout the move. Thankfully, dogs are wonderful, forgiving creatures and, having agreed to say no more about it, Bruce settled into his temporary accommodation and the two dogs spent the rest of the night in peaceful harmony.

Words: Aislinn Kelly

Looking good naked – clever or coincidence?

It seems that our Bruce believes the good old birthday suit is the only thing a dog should have hanging in his wardrobe. And he’s gone to great lengths to make sure we know it … Move over Gok, here’s how to really look good naked.


The very first time we let Bruce off the lead as a miniscule puppy, he was too small to see over the grass. His lack of height, coupled with his delight at being able to charge about freely, led to a water-based incident that I don’t think he’s ever forgotten.


Photograph copyright of The Mighty Pooch Dog Photographers

As Michael and I strolled along the canal towpath, Bruce shot off through the jungle of grass – and plopped straight into the water. Poor little chap hadn’t seen it coming. Since that day, he’s not been a fan of swimming and we never have to bring home a smelly, canal-dripping beast.

So when, a couple of years later, Bruce willingly dived into the canal, it was a huge surprise. But was it a coincidence or was he, actually, being rather clever?

You see, that day Bruce was wearing a scarf. Now, I’m not really a fan of dressing my dog up and, when he had ‘the operation’, he didn’t particularly enjoy having to wear the child’s t-shirt we put him in to stop him from licking his stitches. I should have remembered this when I chose to put a scarf on the proud little pup.

But the scarf was cute and, really, not much different from a collar. So I popped it on and off we went, towards the canal, for a leisurely walk, Bruce rocking his new blue scarf for the very first time. We crossed the swing bridge and turned onto the towpath, where I unclipped his lead. All of a sudden, he made a break for it, careering off course and performing a dive Tom Daley would be proud of, straight into the murky canal. I dashed to the edge frantically, where I found him doggy paddling serenely – and the scarf nowhere to be seen.

As I pulled Bruce back onto terra firma, he looked chuffed with himself. He really did. Pleased as punch. He shook himself off, lifted his head and trotted on, just as if nothing had happened.

He hasn’t been in the canal since. Or worn another scarf. Now, tell me that wasn’t planned by a little mastermind …

Next time on Crazy Dog Lady, more of Bruce’s clever (or coincidence) antics.

Words: Aislinn Kelly

Disneyland for patterdale terriers: a foolish thought

I have something to confess: I thought that, when we visited the village of Patterdale in the Lake District (where patterdales originated), it would be like Disneyland for patterdale terrier owners. I really did. So Michael and I booked a weekend in a cosy dog-friendly inn and took Bruce, our patterdale mix, on holiday to see the sights.

patterdale sign

Michael and Bruce in Patterdale


On the journey, I imagined patterdales of all shapes and sizes dragging their owners down the main street of the village, the tips of their ears meeting on the top of their heads from sheer determination to reach the next bottom for a sniff.

I was convinced I’d see ridiculous people wearing patterdale dog costumes beckoning us into dog-friendly shops, where rows of patterdale paraphernalia would gleam on the shelves. Stuff you’d never need but somehow have to have. Pat the patterdale mascot would wave at us across the street and urge us to enter a Ripley’s weird and wonderful museum of all things patterdale.

I pictured myself spoilt for choice in the bijou gift shops, as I debated over an Abigail Ahern-esque patterdale lamp and a large white candle carved into the shape of my favourite breed, before deciding there was definitely room in my life for both. If the worst came to the worst, I thought, I would settle for one of those bizarre mugs where the head and tail wrap around the mug to make a handle. Maybe even a fridge magnet.

I just knew Bruce would love Patterdale too. A village full of Bruce lookalikes. He could have a good sniff, investigate lamp posts sprinkled with genuine patterdale pee and make important comparisons. He could maybe learn a thing or two from some of the more polite patterdales walking the main strip.

Michael and Bruce enjoy the beautiful scenery at Ullswater

Michael and Bruce enjoy the beautiful scenery at Ullswater

I could be terribly proud of Bruce’s coat and how shiny it is. I could talk to other crazy dog ladies about the little tricks and characteristics of the breed and the individual personalities of our little friends. I would be in patterdale heaven.

Or so I thought. In reality, I went to Patterdale and I didn’t even come back with a ‘lousy t-shirt’. As pretty a village as it is (and it really is!), nestled in the glorious scenery of the Lake District, all I could find to bring home was the Patterdale village sign. And as that seemed to be stuck fast in the ground, I had to settle for a photo of that.

Disneyland for patterdales … what was I thinking?!

Final, more serious note: Despite the lack of patterdale gift shops etc. etc., we’ll definitely be back to the area. What a beautiful part of the world – highly recommended for a relaxing, scenic holiday with plenty of great walks for dogs.

Words: Aislinn Kelly

A snowy day with Bruce: pic of the shoot one

Bruce pic of the shoot

An insight in to the world of a dog photographer.


This is our Bruce, who’s used to posing for our camera. If there’s a biscuit on offer, he’s the David Gandy of the canine world.

As a terrier, Bruce is pretty switched on. It’s fairly easy to ask him to jump onto a stone, sit there till we give the command and then jump off. Nonetheless, this image took a couple of takes to ensure we timed it right.

The sun was out. This gave us a great source of light to illuminate Bruce (who, being black, isn’t the simplest dog to photograph, especially against white snow!) while keeping the background nicely exposed without losing the detail. We can see the view clearly. The key to an image like this is ensuring you catch the light in the dog’s eyes, particularly with a dark dog like Bruce.

The position of Bruce’s tail in this shot is so characteristic of him – he always trots around like he means business with his tail in the air, usually wagging. We’re pretty sure there’s a good dose of fell terrier (or Patterdale terrier as they’re more commonly known) in our little chap, so a leap like this is typical of his breed.

This photograph is definitely going on our wall at home: it’s an original shot of our little guy plus a wintery landscape image to boot.

More pic of the shoots coming soon!

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