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By jaspers1980, Aug 25 2019 09:57AM

For the first three weeks I spoke to Jasper everyday. Little words that were sent to the unknown. Then I started to thin it out, and try to move on as we all have to. One thing I have asked him is to let me know he's OK and that he waits for us on the other side.

This past week we have been up the Llyn Peninsula camping. The sea air and hills are a great way to move us on. Our campsite was near Saint Beuno's church. A 5th century church that now sites a 15th century renovation. On our first night it was too dark to visit, as these places never have electric, so we decided to go Monday morning. I opened the door and saw the sunlight shape the windows, straw was on the floor, dusty bibles, and the presence of that weighty silence you usually have in these historic buildings.

Caroline is not religious but enjoys history. We both had a few moments taking it in. We had to leave the door open to let in more light. I started to sign the Visitor book when a movement caught my eye. A black dog ran in, full of energy, wagging tail and wet from the river. He ran out. Then came back, sniffed Caroline, allowed her to stroke his back, then he came to me. I smiled and finished off my signature when a young boy stood at the doorway and shouted 'Jasper! Jasper!'

I quickly turned to Caroline who was staring at me. The dog stood at my feet and I stroked him. Felt his breath on my hand as he sniffed. Then he left as if he had not been real. And the both of us stood with lumps in our throats and a forming tear in the duct

By jaspers1980, Jul 18 2019 08:03AM

Hello Guys

This is Lana, Jasper's other half. I want to thank you for all the kind messages these past two days. The house is in ruins. Your messages have really really helped. I don't know what to do with myself. My human friends are broken.

He was the best partner a lady could ask for. He was handsome, gentle, cheeky, honest, and had a sense of humour. He loved us all.

We got up to all sorts of things, taking scotch eggs of our Master's plate, finishing off his tea, eating his mash potato, playing tug when he wanted a lie in. Putting holes in his socks. Looking hungry when he ate his tea, especially sausages, bacon, chicken, oats and steak.

I loved him so much. Our human friend has one hand in his pocket now when we walk. He cries along the way. He's told me Mr Jasper will be waiting on the other side for me and us. I hope so.

If you love someone let them know. If I could see him again I would tell him. Don't take life for granted. Four days ago we were running around a field.

By jaspers1980, Jun 30 2019 06:54PM

Helo Guys Mr Jaspo here the best looking collie in Wales. I hope you are all well and have wagging tales?

The field is finally dry so we can go sprinting again. Our human friend won't walk all the way through when it's been raining. I don't think he likes to get his socks wet....

He's still trying to be a poet. He will never be like me of course but we humour him by listening for a bit as he reads one out. Silly fool.

I am sure there was a time when he thought a Sestina was a car...and tried to have a day off with an Ode.

Me & Lana were chatting about this the other day. How he saunters (posh word for us dogs) around with his hands behind his back. Walks like a crow if you ask me. Then comes out with sentences that he calls metaphors. And I sit there thinking 'Who's Phors?' then Lana tells me he met no one, it's just a technical term for some silly poetry thing.

He nearly caused an argument once when our human mother's sister came round for Christmas. Her name is Anna.

And he was walking round saying Anapest....he really did have some explaining to do. I wasn't sure on the term but Lana again informed me it's a poetry technique. Haha, me and Lana pooch were sat behind the sofa with our paws to the mouth! All I heard him saying was 'Anna, you're not a pest!'

Ah well, the good old poet of North Wales! The man who twisted an ankle in the garden playing footie with us two and told our human mother he had a metrical foot.....

By jaspers1980, Jun 23 2019 06:50PM

This past month all we've had is rain! Our human tuts and frowns at the backdoor before he takes us out. He says we're OK because we have a coat! Does he realise a dogs fur needs warmth and comfort! We may look warm in these sleeping bags but me and Lana know ourselves, rain soaks us to the bone. What does our human friend do if he gets wet? Has a shower! Ha! Sometimes I look at him and wonder what planet he's off....why get wet twice?

Our human mother and our human father were in the kitchen yesterday. She was preparing some dish when she asked 'Get the cloves ready'....he emptied the dryer. Me and Lana walked out sniggering.

They went out the other day, Harlech I think. Our mother took him to the beach. He's started a new job and is finally giving us all some space. Me and Lana can stretch out on the whole of the sofa instead of sharing it with him while he watches Shaun the Sheep.

Apparently he ran about picking up pebbles and bird feathers on the beach. Too excited! Me and Lana put the Cricket World Cup on. We love watching ball sports. My tongue hangs out as a man chases a ball across the grass. With all this rain we're not allowed in the garden to play. Our feet get too muddy. So he says anyway. Though he can come in with his boots and leave prints in the kitchen. Rule for him rule for us.

We're going out soon as he has started to yawn. He looks more like Barney Rubble every day.

I will try and get back into the routine of blogging again. Not sure where the time goes all I do is chase squirrels, eat, sleep, chase the ball, sleep, yawn, eat, lick, kiss, sniff, sleep.

By jaspers1980, May 9 2019 06:00PM

Hi Guys!

It is Lana tonight. Jasper is snoring and our human is full after burgers for tea. The rain keeps pouring and we have to go out everyday. A lady like me should not be out in the cold and damp. I have nails to look after and silky fur. Jasper, he doesn't mind. But he's not as beautiful as myself.

Yesterday a car was pulling out of a drive when our Human shouts 'ROUND!' I look at him and think, I know you are.

Oh I hate this weather when the sun should be out but all we have are clouds. What sort of planet is this! Us ladies need to be clean and fruitful all year round. Some sun is very much needed when we are pretty, like myself. Jasper, typical man. He has no limits to how filthy he will go.

I hate it when the lead comes out after a good walk in the right weather. All the bunnies we chase, and squirrels. I want to climb those trees and gallop after them. The little furry so and so's. Our human always shouts 'WAIT' then I think 'you're about 16 stone' I wonder what he would say if I replied that too him.

When our human is on the PC I always go up to him and see how long he has left. The ball is downstairs and I like it thrown for me. Sometimes he tuts or frowns. I like to curl up by him on the sofa here him breathing like a tired rhino.

look at me below. I love a good tickle! The late Ernie watches from the side. RIP Ernie. We do miss ya....

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