Hello, this is my long awaited intro post. My name is Jane and I'm 40 year old. This is my face (the blonde one) and in this photo I'm with one of my oldest friends Zoe. This was her hen-do.
Met a lovely greyhound today. Ex racer. His owner explained that he was found covered in mild-dew and blood, in a suitcase. The blood had come from his ear which had been removed due to the ID tattoo. The dog was near death. THIS is why you don't go grey-hound racing EVER!
OK I'm clearing out journals that don't appear to be used anymore. If you are still around or if you reappear and wonder where I've gone yell at me and I'll re-add you. I won't be deleting you if you're still about.
Could be anything. Something you've been wanting to share, about youself, about me. Express yourself. Only rule is be nice, criticism is fine, nastiness is not!
Took Flint for a walk with the boy tonight. We found an enclosed field, with no other animals in sight and let him off. We played ball with him for a while, which he loved (so did we). Think we may have worn the old boy out.