‘Ordinary People’ – (Director Robert Redford)

(Even before the sad death of Mary Tyler Moore I was going to write this post.)

Movie: Ordinary People.      8/10 IMDb      93% Rotten Tomatoes (pretty good ratings 🙂 )

Director: (the) Robert Redford.


Mother and son, Beth and Conrad

This isn’t a movie revue as such, call this personal observations ‘blank’, I nearly set private but this is wordpress, a place where you can say as you wish so all’s well. Some will disagree with my mental health tag, 🙂 but no matter.

I’m bored watching footie tonight hence this began a lengthy reply WHICH later became a post and no I haven’t seen or read Girl Interrupted but I’m going to Google and find out more straight after this, 🙂 I have a good feeling.

Blank,  I was secretly rather hoping you hadn’t watched ‘Ordinary People’ so I could write 😀 , remember how I previously said sad films are a magnate to unhappy people well this film fits into that catagory perfectly, basically it’s perfecr for (blank) lol, not that I’m hinting but you get the gist!!!  Briefly in this family drama there’s a hospitalised failed suicide attempt, a suicide which triggers a vulnerable young man who but for his amazing therapist would have perhaps did (omitted spoiler)……… but hold on ‘OP‘ is full of positives and certainly not a movie that’ll upset and like all great movies is based on an original novel by Judith Guest.

Difficult themes yet rewarding.

You’re possibly tooo young to have heard of Mary Tyler Moore and to answer your question her character Beth is BPD in some traits but as I said the death of her son brought a type of psychosis to the fore, some readers may disagree, whichever, grief bound she’s in need of therapy WHICH the film suggests would could have helped! Either way Beth is mentally unstable, on the cusp of a nervous breakdown and emotionally repressed but her only sin is trying to keep her ‘sh#t together’…….. sound familiar? Like all of Us!


Berger (Therapist) and Conrad

Basically this could be a movie right up our Streets so to speak! Only joking, well me anyway, but seriously I have a guess the sessions between Beth’s son Conrad and his therapist appeal because Berger manages to help Conrad understand why he feels so guilty for his part in his brother’s tragic death several years earlier.

Recommending a movie to someone is deeply problematic because for so many reasons favourites are personal to oneself, I have no idea as to your tastes but you being younger than I……..I’d guess…….. well I’m not going to sumise for fear of making a fool of myself. Yes ‘OP’ is a little dated now but I would say give it a go, the tale although harrowing is intelligent, difficult but at the same time rewarding. Spoiler alert, thankfully no sex!

And Elizabeth is adorable as the sweet girlfriend and important to Conrad’s story.

© Andrew 🙂

Strung tighter than a fiddler’s bow

One of my top ten favourite movies, makes me cry and that’s no easy feat.

Mary Tyler Moore died this week, now I’m not old enough to remember her portrayal of all American moms in 1960s television sitcoms but I do know her characters were usually amusing lovable housewives, ‘cute cookies’ have you will and always exuding a strong sexy appeal to satisfy the dads watching, you just knew her characters could cook delicious meals and be a filthy sex goddess in the bedroom, in the nicest possible way 🙂

Then in 1981 Mary surprised the viewing public by playing the character of Beth in Robert Redford’s ‘Ordinary People’ (a family drama which I may write about). The film was awarded 4 Oscars that year but shamefully Mary didn’t win, OK shamefully is a little ott but anyone who’s seen ‘Ordinary People’ will tell you she stole the movie with a magnificent character performance.

Remember I titled my post Strung tighter than a fiddlers bow? Well if you’ve seen ‘Ordinary People’ you’ll know I’m referring to Beth a berieved mentally unstable mother on the verge of a nervous breakdown. At the time Mary’s good clean wholesome image was chalk and cheese to Beth’s various personality disorders, I guess the measure of Mary as an actress is that she gave a masterful performance of two women who couldn’t be more dissimilar, hence most people of the time were of the opinion Mary was robbed of her Oscar………. without googling I wonder who one best supporting actress that year?

I recommend you watch, and by the way I saw this years La La Land’, what an earth is with all the hype and awards? I hated it! 😀

© Andrew 🙂

YouTube ‘tip’ and my week

woman-with-hot-water-bottleIt’s late evening in the UK and I’m sooon off to bed so this’ll be a quick post, my hot water bottle’s been there half an hour already :/ hmm can’t help thinking a woman would be nicer. God I must be getting old talking of hot water bottles!

Read the Title you’ll see I’ve written ‘my week’, all very ambiguous I know, what I really mean to say is I’d love to write and upload more during the week but I work Longgggg hours (ahhh) also endure tedious bus rides in slow moving Oxford City traffic and by the time I get home, make tea, wash up, read some blog posts, perhaps masturbate! By the time all that’s done I’m worn out!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m blessed and grateful to be in regular paid work.

Then it’s up to bed and ridiculously I repeat the same routine next day and the next! Madness lol, if a Martian landed on earth and witnessed the ridiculous things humans get up to he’d jump back in his spaceship and clear off home, (I know a lame lame anecdote but it’s late.)

Long and short, I’d like to post more, but there doesn’t seem to be the time.

Now to YouTube.

I also referred to YouTube in the post Title. Those of you who’ve read the odd post of mine will know time to time I include a YouTube video, btw I know of another blogger who does the same. Now I’m not someone to give advice but YouTube is a very useful media tool and ISN’T only for wasting one’s life watching people do stupid things!

Here’s a fact for you, my videos get zero views, yes you read correctly lol absolutely no one watches my videos and that’s the way I like it, however my Channel has more productive positives uses, I use it to show videos on my blog, whether the How To Bake A Cake Series, Gropecunt Lane, Photos from around my Town, Local Countryside, YouTube seems to accompany WordPress beautifully.

Useful tip?

So lol my advice (and this is the first and only occasion I’ll offer advice, after all I’m in no position). Perhaps begin a YouTube Channel of your own and for your viewing only. Sign up, get a Channel then walk away and completely forget about it. Yep you read right don’t even go back there until the day you’ve filmed a short video on your camera, then upload onto your Channel and post the video link onto your blog (If you want to, goes without saying!!!) Easy as! Then forget about the Channel again and be happy no one watches except via your blog or videos for the family.

Useful tip? Not for everyone after all most of bloggers are writers, but making videos via your camera can be fun.

You now have your own YouTube to be used how it was originally intended and designed to be used. Note. Remember you cannot upload video straight onto WP unless you pay. And I’m not going to pay for a domain!

Anyways here’s another one of my videos, a while ago I filmed (mpeg off digital camera) a whole Series instructing the viewer how to make a toy garage for model cars out of wood. Incidentally the garage in the video I gave to my young nephews for Christmas, aren’t I a great Uncle 😀

© Andrew 🙂

Illegal immigrant! (And one genealogy fact)

A wonderful family photograph and one of my very favourites this time taken of my Grandfather on my father’s side, I love his expression standing next to his horse whilst on a bakery delivery round in rural West England…….incidentally more than one person in my lifetime has said I resembled my Grandfather!

My Grandfather. Migrant worker, asylum seeker, illegal immigrant

Yes all true, I haven’t described my Grandfather for effect, he was quite a remarkable man and only after his death did I appreciate all he’d done in his life and for other people! Now I’m left feeling ‘if only I’d asked him to tell me more of his life story while he was alive’, one of my biggest regrets I didn’t.

I had written what a school teacher would describe as a political essay to counter act my present views on illegal immigration, you know how a white, privileged middle aged male should be careful espousing derogatory remarks about asylum seekers entering Britain (not that I particularly do but you get the idea), why not? Simply because I’m a descendent of one, yes a fact I conveniently forget time to time.

I’m not racist, but a white, middle aged, working class male ticks a few prejudice boxes!

I deleted the essay!

You may have guessed after reading this and viewing my previous 2 family photograph posts I have researched my family tree and written down family anecdotes a little like the popular TV genealogy program ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’ (there’s a US Version). Well yes I have researched my family history and I’d like to impart one jewel of advice if you’re thinking ‘yes one day I’ll research mine when I’ve time’.

Note the word ‘time’.

“So Andrew what is this jewel of advice?” I here you say.

Well before you do anything else, and while people are obviously alive, write letters to close relatives asking for family anecdotes, dates of passing etc, also go speak with them personally and sit listen to their stories all the while writing anecdotes down!

You will almost certainly discover elderly people will chat to you until their hearts content simply because no one asks! The elderly are often forgotten by younger relatives  understandably rushing around self absorbed in their busy lives but elderly family members are secretly willing you to write their memoirs lol, they’ll tell you interesting stories ’till the cows come home’, pleased you’ll listen, pleased their memories are saved for posterity.

Go do it 🙂 you’ll never regret especially when a son or daughter comes and inquisitively asks “tell me more about Grandma!” It’s a fact when you reach middle aged you’ll begin to ask questions about your family, look how popular the TV program is, there comes a time we all wish to understand how our ancestors have shaped the people we are today……….but remember when Grandparents Great Aunts are gone then well it’s alas to late.

(I AM aware some people are unable 😦 )

To be continued…………………… perhaps, because I’m not sure how interested you’ll be in my Grandfather 😀

© Andrew 🙂

Family photos on my mother’s side, 1950’s England

Mum’s side of the family, continuing from yesterdays post! Yawn if you’re bored, but there’s very little text, you’ve busy lives 😀 .

I’m an excitable fellow, doesn’t take much to get me started on a project! I received such lovely comments and likes for Eddie and Aggies wedding that I’ve been scanning more pictures from the same album and all featuring Great Grandmother my mother’s Grandmother, and showing has basically given me an excuse to make digital copies of photo’s which are irreplaceable, you just never know do you!

As Bradley commented yesterday I also love looking at old family photo’s, a human face conveys so many emotions, they’re time capsules and quite surreal in a way looking at blood relatives from generations past, anyways it’s been fun to discover them again. A few of these I haven’t viewed in years.

So quickly returning to yesterday’s wedding photo post, the lady bottom left was my mum’s Grandmother and the picture taken Finckle Street in the rural village of CottinghamYorkshire. England.

At the seaside, Scarborough, Yorkshire in the 1940’s. My Grandmother is the lady smiling front row in stripped dress. Her mother’s hand is on her shoulder. Looks like they’re enjoying themselves! The Gentleman left served as a Cavalryman in WW 1.


Great Grandma, now older. Life isn’t linear is it? At first you’re a baby, generations later you’re a mother, Grandmother, finally Great Grandmother holding a Grandchild? And the cycle begins again……. Their blood flow through my body! (Deep lol)


Mum on the left walking barefoot possibly the seaside 1950’s Yorkshire. Safer days back then, mum told me her and her friend could walk anywhere on their own, train journeys you name it, but these days well say no more!


Mum at the seaside again (left) 1952 sporting a ribbon in her hair, do girls wear bow ribbons these days?


Mum right fishing at the seaside, they only lived a few miles away which must have been such fun.


Now we are talking late 1940’s England with my mother far right and my other Great Grandmother seated, apparently a very stern no nonsense lady, certainly looks that way. Yorkshire England. Incidentally the lady with dark hair right married an American air force man after the war, apparently she was quite a character.

A short and sweet post, I enjoy seeing these published on my blog and I’m not showing of, if nothing else they’re quite interesting images, warning I may probably publish more!

© Andrew 🙂








Eddie & Aggies Wedding 1912

My Great Grandmother ‘Nellie’ seated bottom left, Yorkshire England

Why Post a family photograph Andrew? A short answer would be a lady in Miami USA enjoys me sharing old pictures of previous generations from my family, in addition I haven’t viewed these three for several years which seems a shame. 🙂 Incidentally below are links to three other blog Posts for those interested in genealogy and family history, hopefully you’ll take a peek and enjoy.

Anyways enough ‘waffle’ let’s return to the photo of Eddie and Aggies wedding 1912 shall we, a common theme to my previous blog was sharing my vintage family photos, here’s three links to earlier posts and quite interesting tales, well quite a few people were kind enough to ‘like’ which was nice.

I am a very fortunate man in that I can trace back my family tree many generations, in fact my Mother’s side back ten generations and I’m lucky to posses photographs of each of my Great Grandparents, in addition I have envelopes full photographs posted from a Great Grandfather who served in the Somme Region 1916 WW1 and a Great Grandfather serving in the Boer War South Africa.

I’m NOT showing off mind, neither bragging, I only tell you this because I realise I’m a very fortunate man because some adopted children may not even posses a picture of their own mother to call their own……… very upsetting to write because there’s a family story here.

Eddie and Aggies wedding! The assembled family seated in my Grandmother’s back yard belong to my mother’s side of the family, and very wealthy they were to, however their business and fortune were both lost in the Depression (bad news for me lol), anyways all very unfortunate. Oh yes I said my mother’s side, well the lady wearing a white blouse seated between her two cousins is my Great Grandmother Nellie and all looking very splendid in their straw hats and long skirts.

Perhaps one or two of you are interested in the Edwardin costume? (Downton Abbey and all that.)

©Andrew 🙂

A quick message for Hester

(To begin with thank you to those who newly Followed my blog after reading yesterday evening’s post, your likes are really appreciated 🙂 and consequently I am now Following two new blogs but for personal reasons I’d like to say little more except to say I loved reading the ‘Friendships & Loneliness’ post last night before bed, thank you. I should warn you new Followers my WordPress has no one specific theme, in fact sometimes I feel out of my depth here compared to some of the Fabulous blogs I Follow and read with a passion, a very productive lunch hour at work I can tell you but don’t expect tooo much from me please, I’m very  honest and true to myself consequently they’re not to every ones taste 😀 Yesterday evening wasn’t a happy place for me as you may have read last night, I shouldn’t apologise should I, but writing helped and I guess I’ve given you all a great Movie recommendation, beats the run of the mill Movie Revues.)

Hester thank you for such an interesting and intriguing comment to that post, yes our connection though tenuous lol was a neat touch point! (More ways than one though, my Great Grandfather having fought Dutch Boers in the 1898-1902 Boer War!!!)

Enough of War 🙂

Three photographs for you Hester. Having completed my first year as a newly apprenticed Toolmaker here are a selection of the tools I made throughout that year and every item crafted by my very own hands, everything on the table made by me and I’m rather proud of every item even if I say it myself, and why not lol I’m not that skilled at anything else! Incidentally I still use many of them today at my present place of work.

Below I’ve included a second set of photographs taken of the Factory I was apprenticed to and a Company I’m truly grateful to, they paid me a living wage and taught me a Skilled Trade, it’s only now all these years later that I realise I was a very lucky lad indeed! Incidentally the factory is no more, an American Company bought the then owners out and closed that old Plant several years later……….all those wonderful 1940’s buildings have disappeared flattened and in its place are luxury penthouse flats! I was going to swear but you’re a lady and what’s the point?

That wonderful factory employed hundreds of workers, kept a local communities shops and businesses alive, trained young men and women a skilled trade, helped UK’s balance of payments and manufactured armaments during the second world war. Yes they made war weapons from bomb and bullet casings through to casting hand grenades in the iron foundry. I’m afraid I’m very VERY bitter about the factory being closed, I’d moved on to the University by that point, but I still cried the day I wandered along the canal tow path only to witness those lovely buildings being demolished to rubble, such happy memories, such fabulous workmates.


A few more pictures of W Lucy & Co. Ltd. taken before closure.

That’s progress for you!

It’s funny when I write something I never have an idea how it’ll be taken, so thank you for the comment and a blog connection with someone residing in a far away Country, Africa no less, is fabulous. I used to worry with my previous blog after uploading but now I ‘publish’ and see what happens, I guess we’re all a little like that. Incidentally the company I used to be apprenticed to manufactured electrical substation switchgear and exported ring mains to South Africa. As you know I now work for a blank mainly associated with research groups also the odd day supervising lol pretty 18= females, hard life 😉 But seriously I did love my apprentice days, out of interest could you be a little more specific with at least one example of a manual you’ve written because I’m quite fascinated, or perhaps you’d rather not this being a public website.

© Andrew 🙂

Movie Night, and a rather odd review

Personal with adult themes. Not for everyone.

One of life’s unfathomable questions for you, think of a Movie! Then ask yourselves why do some people hate everything about that Movie yet others love the tale with a passion perhaps even rating it as their favourite of all time, or let’s say of that particular moment, interesting conundrum don’t you think? A Hollywood Producers Holy Grail.

Tonight being Saturday evening I had intended to walk the half mile into Town and watch ‘La La Land’ now playing at my local cinema, apparently this Movie is billed as a future classic, a throwback to musicals of an earlier era such as Singing In The Rain’, I was going to watch but ultimately didn’t!

Right now I’m tooo tired to summon up the words to honestly describe how dejected and sorry for myself I’m feeling, so as sometimes happens on my blog, a dictionary definition will suffice:

Anxiety – definition – ‘a feeling of worry, nervousness, apprehension, agitation foreboding, unease as regards something with an uncertain outcome’, life! Couldn’t have described the debilitating affects of AvPD any better.

There’s an American Statute named ‘Pursuit of Happiness’, such a strange phrase?

Lazy to cut and paste from Google I know (at least I’m honest), but I ask could you dream up a better answer describing how I feel all or most of the time? All I’ve ever wished in life is to have something my brother has remembering I haven’t an ounce of jealousy in my being, a wife would be nice, simple as, I’d love to have met a woman similar to Jayne, a wonderful mother, homemaker, who’s witty charming, she crafts and sows, is beautiful and going by the contents of her underwear draw I have a guess she’s spectacular in bed (don’t ask how I know long story)…………true love is a gift hookers can never give, ahh but do I visit hookers lol? Women make you happy don’t they? Or as one lady blogger once replied to me, ‘Andrew honey be careful what you wish for’.

Anyways this isn’t a post about escorts or my lovely sister-in-law! (Not a Saint mind lol, no one’s that perfect, the lady can be moody………..and if she ever reads this remember you’re in my Will honey.)

Returning to earlier this evening, I had something to eat, dressed myself in warm coat hat and scarf in preparation for tonight’s freezing temperatures, I stood in my hallway about to open my front door into a cold dark winter’s night then anxiety hit me and all anticipation of happy times disappeared, I asked myself ‘what really is the point going to watch a sweet happy Film on my own? ‘La La Land’ is a Movie for young lovers, retired couples, married parents who’ve left their little ones with a baby sitter all for a deserved relaxing evening out, why go?’………… why would a single middle aged guy feeling rather anxious melancholy and dejected really need to be amongst happy laughing people, endure such hellish tortuous solitude? So I didn’t bother. Anxiety as often does got the better of me tonight, a feeling of ‘what an earth is the f#cking point’ consumed my mind, and all cheerful spirit disappeared, and yes I was even a little tearful as I undressed myself, a panic attack? No. ………… I will watch ‘La La Land’ but some other day, perhaps next week after work in Oxford………….. Loneliness is a disease, solitude fuels depression, I give up, why convince myself I’m enjoying a Movie which has to be viewed sitting next to the person you love? A rhetorical question there is no answer.

All wasn’t lost though, I belong to Lovefilm, you know the ‘club’, you pay a subscription to Amazon and in return they’ll post two DVDs to your home, newly released Movies of your internet choosing to watch on your own, and just so happens one of my two selections was a French Film named ‘I’ve Loved You So Long’. A Movie touching on themes of suicide depression murder sadness and family heartache yet which possesses a wonderful uplifting ending, warms the coldest hearts 🙂 and in my opinion is a masterpiece of a Film, a real weepy so have a box of tissues ready to hand, you’ll NEVER suspect she actually did that!

So I curl up on my sofa with a glass of fresh apple juice, then after two hours of viewing this wonderful tale the Film ends, the credits role, and my brief moment of enjoyment leaves as quickly as it came and I’m left on my own again, a kiss and a cuddle would be nice lol. But as they say tomorrow will be a new day, happiness is a life choice, so I must try to make tomorrow a happy day.

Sad Films are a magnet for unhappy people

Don’t get me wrong though, as bad a movie review as tonight’s post suggests, ‘I’ve Loved You So Long’ is a true classic, intelligent, original with a tour de force performance from Kristen Scott Thomas and her all French cast. Please watch.

I know feeling sorry for oneself isn’t a pretty sight, quite childish actually 😦

© Andrew 🙂















You’ll be relieved there’s no pictures of my ‘bum’ tonight, I’m going to see ‘La La Land’, been so looking forward to watching that movie.

Yesterday evening I was very excited, I went to bed expecting snow only to open my bedroom curtains next morning and wouldn’t you believe it NOT one single snowflake had fallen last night, consequently I’m a little brassed off today all because the UK was promised plummeting temperatures accompanied by inches of deep white virgin snow (I exaggerate). So much so soldiers and military vehicles had been put on stand by (true), but no not one snowflake fell and I had my camera ready spare batteries charged! And I had this silly little blog all set to share photos of snow covered fields and white Cotswold stone Churches. But alas this morning I opened my bedroom curtains, gazed out the window only to be confronted by my same old boring suburban housing estate. Ahh well tis only mid January and it always snows on my birthday.

People have written they enjoy my photographic posts, so when Oxford gets snow whether you like it or not I guarantee they’ll be snow scenes galore!

I’m NOT going to write about blogging tonight because that’s boring, except to say I Follow many talented people here on WordPress, by talented I mean they can create with their hands, I love the blogs where people draw with pencil and paint on canvas so much so if they were for sale and I could afford to buy, I’d perhaps ask to purchase one from them.

Then I got to thinking ‘what about myself?’ in what ways am I Andrew creative? I cannot paint or write poetry and to be honest I wing it here as a blogger but people have liked which has been an absolute joy, so all’s good with the world only wish I was having sex at present.

No I’m happy to admit I’m possibly the least creative person alive but even if I say it myself I am reasonably good at making things with my hands and I’m not showing off! No I cannot paint but I am creative in another sense, ever since a very young man I’ve been employed as an engineering Toolmaker, don’t yawn lol I understand manufacturing things from metal isn’t most people’s idea of being creative but no matter because I’m going to tell you anyway! At age sixteen I served a four year apprenticeship living near penniless on very meagre wages, however I should not be disingenuous because the factory I was employed by taught me a trade which has served me well over the past X amount of years, and fingers crossed a trade which will see me earning into retirement because here in the UK we have a shortage of skilled labour…….so yes I am a very lucky man.

And I enjoy my job, I look forward to going to work of a morning, blessed I work alongside great colleagues and spend many glorious hours with highly intelligent University graduates all eager to learn and hopefully attain themselves a good degree which will serve them well in years to come. Yes I adore the fair sex but both boys and girls are a delight to work with, their eagerness and ambition is a joy to behold and infectious to jaded middle aged men, like all young people they have a huge appetite for life and a University Degree could should and will open any door they wish to open.

I’m not showing off neither conceited, my job can be boring but on the upside I do get to work with many lovely young ladies, sweet beautiful creatures with bubbly personalities who but for our Department I would never come into contact with in my personal life, and by god aren’t they ladies attractive (note over age 18), even better come summertime they’ll be wearing short skirts and tight tee shirts! Now hold on before you judge me, I’m a responsible gentleman both respectful and professional but there’s no harm admitting charming beautiful young women are a delight to tenuously be around and they know I’m a soft touch when asked for help, (no word of a lie women are ruthless when they want something lol), smile sweetly and I’ll do whatever she asks, play the little girl lol and she’ll have me wound round her little finger! I will admit once in a while I’ll have to visit the bathroom for a quick masturbate, but don’t all men ‘knock one off the wrist’ thinking about the women they work with?

Don’t they?

Anyways enough of my wittering and before I get myself into trouble talking of legs and bras wanking and boobs (at least I’m honest we’re all the same, we all appreciate beauty), I’d better return to my working ability using my hands! I know most readers will find the following photographs very VERY boring but I’m going to upload anyway because I haven’t seen them in an age, and some of you will know I use my blog as a journal for old personal photographs saved from desk draws and albums under beds.

Briefly I’m a toolmaker by trade (I know who cares 😀 ), which basically means when given a block of metal also drawings and assorted machine tools then I can manufacture virtually anything you wish, and when you for example buy a plastic kettle, rather boringly some guy or girl in a factory will have made the tool which once had plastic poured into it!

Btw a kitchen Kettle was an example.

So here are a selection of photo’s taken of press tools made by my own hands……….not very creative and somewhat boring I know but I am rather proud of them…….. call this a post for me 🙂

Four photos of an engineering Press Tool used for producing sheet steel components.

Andrew 🙂

Swimmer Syndrome in Puppies? (Reblog)

This heart warming story brightened up my day and I had to reblog.

The Diary Of A Celibate

I know I know… It has been ages since I even had a look at wordpress though I have a good excuse 🙂 hehe. Have any of you ever heard of swimmer syndrome in puppies? I honestly have never!! My dog recently had a litter of 9 and I thought everything was going perfectly and smoothly however, a month down the line, the runt of the litter still could not walk. You would hear him crying all night trying to move 1 foot in order to feed. I literally had a baby of my own! Waking up 5-10 times in the night to help this poor pup! I put it down to he’s the runt! He is weak, frail and just needs a little push.

A week later, I noticed that he was dragging himself across the ground. Legs spread out on either side like this:


It looks painful right?…

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