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About Yazoo

“When the Man woke up he said, “What is Wild Dog doing here?” And the Woman said, “His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always. Take him with you when you go hunting.”

Rudyard Kipling. ‘The Cat That Walked By Himself.’

Dogs have occupied a significant part in human lived for at least 30,000 years. Since ancient times, evidence from cave and tomb paintings, artefacts and texts reveals that people at all levels of society kept and loved dogs. They have influenced and inspired art and language throughout the time of our relationship with them. Nineteenth century European art depicts dogs, not as prized possessions but as household members who join in our daily activities. Today dogs play a major role in many of our lives satisfying a need for companionship, friendship, unconditional love and affection which they give consistently and reliably. Many dog owners know that there is much more to the special dog-human relationship than has often been recognised. Becoming paralysed and living on my own, the presence of a dog , Yazoo, has enhanced the quality of my life in seemingly invisible and hard to explain ways.


Yazoo came into my life about the same time as the garden started to develop and grow. Friends and family had been pushing me for some time to get a dog and I had always resisted the temptation, feeling that I would be unable to cope and it would be unfair on the dog.

As time rolled by my mind was slowly turned and I started to investigate what kind of a dog might best fit suit my current state. The kind of dog I would have chosen in the past was unlikely to be suitable for my new life. I was looking for a medium-sized dog, ideally that did not moult and shed hair everywhere as it would have been a hairy old affair sitting permanently in a wheelchair. I wanted a dog with intelligence and ideally a sense of humour because he was going to need one.

After a fair deal of searching around I felt that I had found what I was looking for from a well-recognised dog breeder near Hereford. I managed to get my name on a list with first pick on a litter to be born in February2015. He is a cross-breed with lots of hybrid vigour from labrador, cocker spaniel, poodle, wheaten terrier and curly coated retriever. In dog breed speak he is nearly an Australian labradoodle which is a breed that is trying to get recognition from the Kennel Club. I am more than happy without that recognition, what counts is the dog itself and not the branding.

He arrived on the scene in the spring of 2015, a little ball of caramel fluff.

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