Dear Bob

The Golden retriever is Krissi, who I    assume knocked me flying on a recall two days before going into training last July when she was seventeen months old.
I ended up with a fractured knee and wrist.

Krissi took quite a while to settle at Leamington Spa, however, she has now qualified and is working with a gentleman in Stratford on Avon.

I have been walking Victor since the end of March beginning of April; he is      beautiful; Mum a black Labrador called Elene and Dad a Golden Retriever.
Victor is Brindled, so looks as if mum had her wicked way with a Rottweiler; others say he looks like a Staffy!

What ever, he is unusual and causes lots of comments when out and about. He is my beautiful hunky boy and so far doing

well at seven months old.

Following on from the story in the last issue of Puppytails when my chewed up £5 was turned into £6.25, I saw a story in Women's Weekly of a dog getting hold of a wallet and chewing a note and that gave the on-line contact and phone      number to obtain the necessary form to get a replacement.

I know it is a long way off but hope that it is a good year next year for Puppytails, I prefer it to Forward.

In anticipation of the next edition

Matti Prow
Newton Abbot