As I brush a thick layer of dust from the cover of the huge leatherbound tome, the ornately scrolled title becomes clearer.  Where The Fatdog Walks stands out in big black letters; once shiny but now dimmed by time and faded in memory.  This near-forgotten volume of “Tails” still holds the magic of days past and a picture of places to which I may never return.

“Ugh…!” you say,

 “We don’t come here for mushy claptrap like ‘…places to which I may never return!'”

No…I have to correct you on that point .  There are many places to which I have no intention of ever  returning…because they were soddin’ unpleasant and I should never have visited them in the first soddin’ place!  But I have no doubt I will mention that in posts to come.

The dust covers have been whipped off Where The Fatdog Walks to begin the delicate restoration of what was once a fine piece of work.  I’ll be adding missing adventures and taking a look back at some of the more interesting incidents over the 6 years of our adventures.  The new blog layout will be be ideal for galleries of photographs, some of which were not used in the original “Tails”.  I have not as yet decided whether to import all the old stories or whether to take a more generally reflective approach to our adventures using extracts from the originals.  At the minute the latter is looking the more likely.

I attempted to keep the blog going after we lost Maisie (The Fatdog) but found it incredibly difficult to write, especially on a regular basis.  I’ve lost count of how many times I began a post, stared blankly at the screen for 5 minutes…then turned the computer off and went back downstairs. In an attempt to break away from the past I opened Reservoir Dugz, based on the new pups, but again found that I still couldn’t break past the quiet sadness.  I nearly gave up blogging altogether…until recently.

It would appear that nearly year and a half later the past is now behind me and, at long last, I’m able to produce new work without the dark shadow of the events of 2012 looming over me. I can  now begin the restoration of the blog and create a  proper archive of our adventures.

I realise that there may be nobody out there to read this now…and in truth it’s maybe not a blog in the accepted sense.  But it is a record of events, something left in print that says;

“We did all THIS!”

Welcome once again to Where The Fatdog Walks.