tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86174909190255712912024-03-05T19:42:14.583-08:00paw-things' mutteringsIan Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-64358435902979646312012-05-08T13:45:00.001-07:002012-05-08T13:49:00.814-07:00A spare pair of armsHere's something that's been on my mind for a while; if you're at an occasion when you have to join hands with the next person, if you're at the end of the line what do you do with your spare hand?<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoekMzj3_ykT8RErsp9f4RnozNczbigqMkRC-arDN_MFqjw-J9JcaQzDZbkLI9otW5-JXLcVcAx6-4NLcivXDr8Lin2ZSu1Fbx-Xe4kOr1LC24wau7eOpda1wKiHunYMdkE1ixr00Yd8/s1600/yes-vote-celebrate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoekMzj3_ykT8RErsp9f4RnozNczbigqMkRC-arDN_MFqjw-J9JcaQzDZbkLI9otW5-JXLcVcAx6-4NLcivXDr8Lin2ZSu1Fbx-Xe4kOr1LC24wau7eOpda1wKiHunYMdkE1ixr00Yd8/s1600/yes-vote-celebrate.jpg" /></a>For instance, let's say you're a big-shot politician and you're sharing a great election victory with your colleagues in front of the cameras. The person next to you grabs your hand and raises it in the manner of marking your victory. You don't resist - and it would be strange if you didn't grab the hand of the person on your other side and raise that one too. So this ripples down the row until everyone has their hands gripped to their neighbour's and is waving them in the air.<br />
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But what do the people on the end do? Should they wave their unconnected hand in the air and look a bit of a twit (see the photo above for proof)? Or allow their one arm to be raised by their neighbour but leave their other arm dangling by their side (and risk looking a bit embarrassed with the whole thing)?<br />
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In any event, don't even think about putting your spare hand in your pocket.<br />
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Or if it's New Year and you find yourself obliged to join in the torture of a communal <i>'Auld Lang Syne'</i>. When everyone's done that arm-crossing business you're safe if a complete circle has formed. If it hasn't and you find yourself at the end of the row, you're in trouble. Not only will you have a spare arm but it'll be the arm on your wrong side!<br />
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So what do you do? Leave it dangle (between you and your neighbour; weird) or act as if there's an imaginary person beside you and imagine you're holding this imaginary person's hand and move your loose arm up and down with all the others. Weird.<br />
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By the way, ever seen the Queen and Prince Philip doing <i>'Auld Lang Syne'</i>? They're hopeless at it - don't cross their arms. Can't imagine what they're like earlier in the evening when everyone's doing the <i>Hoky Coky</i>.<br />
<br />Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-13700788525579405452012-04-27T12:01:00.000-07:002012-04-27T12:05:25.646-07:00I know the face...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Top left: Phil Vicary; Bottom left: Jason Leonard; Right: Phil Vicary again</i></td></tr>
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Great at identifying English rugby props? Nor me, it seems.<br />
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Here are two of them: 75-times capped Phil Vicary and 114-times capped Jason Leonard.<br />
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And alongside the mugshots is another photo of Mr Vicary (also the
BBC's Celebrity MasterChef 2011) posing with a light aperitif in front
of the paw-things gazebo at the Vale Country Fair in Andoversford, near
Cheltenham.<br />
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I thought I did pretty well to get a photo at all,
given that the conversation where I was going to ask him to pose began with me saying: "Excuse me, it is Mr
Leonard, isn't it?".<br />
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Doh!Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-68581244762670710612012-04-27T10:46:00.002-07:002012-04-27T10:46:45.296-07:00MacDonald's on the up!Got dispatched by Daughter No. 2 to MacDonald's this afternoon (usual order - large plain cheeseburger meal, a Coke and a Smarties MacFlurry).<br />
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Stopped by that pole which speaks to you and a real-live voice said: "Welcome to Cardiff Gate MacDonald's" and the nice polite young man from whom the voice emerged proceeded to most courteously take my order.<br />
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Very good.<br />
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On to the collection window. Wonder upon wonders! The MacFlurry was pleasingly full!; for possibly in my experience the first time ever! (Usually have to debate how much ice-cream constitutes 'enough' until an extra squeeze is reluctantly splodged on top of the Smarties.)<br />
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MacDonald's - moving on up! Well done!Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-88366666397956121962012-03-06T07:23:00.005-08:002012-03-06T07:34:12.784-08:00The same old, the same old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhemfjsqnshnjSe0I1FrlSiGaV2UZf-dLYBlVHLXFVTB72IbH1tBo3dazTTtkWfUt7DHJ6vGUiI1qDAYhjjGh1QUbUkglHLotQ20O69aiBsqIK5aPFhbXVloEjFgUrosOwFitocG7teyQ/s1600/shug-empty-600.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhemfjsqnshnjSe0I1FrlSiGaV2UZf-dLYBlVHLXFVTB72IbH1tBo3dazTTtkWfUt7DHJ6vGUiI1qDAYhjjGh1QUbUkglHLotQ20O69aiBsqIK5aPFhbXVloEjFgUrosOwFitocG7teyQ/s320/shug-empty-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716806054887233954" border="0" /></a><br />Would have thought I'd learnt my lesson by now.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't do any shows before Crufts.</span><br /><br />It'll be cold and wet and miserable. You'll be cold and wet and miserable. Don't do it.<br /><br />So last weekend (the weekend before Crufts) off I went to the Shugborough Hall Game Fair.<br /><br />And what a surprise! It was cold and wet and miserable.<br /><br />The photo shows our aisle - doesn't look very well-trod, does it! - at 4.00pm on Saturday. Peak-time for homeward-bound shopping. Not.<br /><br />The tents to the left and right have already shut up shop; the chappie in the middle is battling with a reluctant frame as he dismantles his fox caller stand. (We didn't see him on the Sunday.) (Wise man.)<br /><br />So next year too you can expect pre-Crufts shows to be cold and wet and miserable.<br /><br />Don't do them...Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-57607786877383838882012-03-06T06:46:00.002-08:002012-03-06T06:55:15.869-08:00Road rage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKydEkM1PPQc1SOoPPUJ_3ED1LNqVbPvkaiYF44F1_mXf3zoYO8neKbZ54vCIv9ElSuvKvhTjptolLj2GplJmfkyCzBytDF9nq6tGqqTGypvKU1wIv3rlfkTUknxb-0WOCVfH3dJO624/s1600/shug-a500-cropped-600.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKydEkM1PPQc1SOoPPUJ_3ED1LNqVbPvkaiYF44F1_mXf3zoYO8neKbZ54vCIv9ElSuvKvhTjptolLj2GplJmfkyCzBytDF9nq6tGqqTGypvKU1wIv3rlfkTUknxb-0WOCVfH3dJO624/s320/shug-a500-cropped-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716795910447363234" border="0" /></a><br />You know how it is when you ask for directions.<br /><br />"Carrying on to the traffic lights then take a left. It's sign-posted 'A467'. Follow that road for about a mile or so then when you come to the roundabout take the B285. Keep going straight on and you'll come to a fork in the road; take the B2252."<br /><br />One minute's driving later: 'What did he say? The A476? The B467? The A225?'<br /><br />We've all been there.<br /><br /> So how easy must life be for the residents of Stoke. And Newcastle-under-Lyme. The A500. You don't mess about with a name like that, do you. The A500. Slap-bang in the middle of your brain. The A500. What's to confuse with that? The A505? The A005? The A050? I don't think so.<br /><br />The A500. Great name for a road.Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-48276140019933581452010-08-15T13:52:00.000-07:002011-02-22T06:53:04.934-08:00Congratulations! You've won a holiday!You've met them, these canvassers. At a show... in the high street...<br /><br />They work on commission and their sole purpose is to get phone numbers. The owners of these numbers are then harangued into buying time-shares or similar - 'holiday clubs' seem to be the flavour of the month.<br /><br />The process of getting that all-important phone number has evolved into something quite sophisticated. The target might find that a free holiday has been won by just being there at the right time (what amazing luck!). Marginally more tediously, the target might tear open a coupon to discover - surprise, surprise! - the three symbols line up and they've won a holiday. Whichever, the target gives up their contact details and is then phoned incessantly until they agree to attend a two-hour 'presentation' to receive their prize. At the same 'presentation' they will also be pressurised into buying a time-share or 'holiday club' membership.<br /><br />The free holiday, by the way, will be next to useless. It's accommodation-only (ie, excludes the cost of flights) and at a place and a time of year that are completely unsuitable. These sales people aren't stupid, you know.<br /><br />In their single-minded quest for phone numbers - and commission - the canvassers have absolutely no respect for anyone or anything, invading the space of both traders and visitors in an effort to chase down unsuspecting victims. ('Chase' being the operative word - I've seen targets actually being chased down aisles for that all-important phone number!) Of course, many visitors already know the score and see the canvassers on the prowl with their clip-boards. In an attempt to avoid them the visitors speed up and take a wide detour, or perhaps even turn around. Adjacent traders have an altogether miserable time. Ask the canvassers to show a degree of restraint and you'll be met with, at best, blank looks and, at worst, abuse.<br /><br />Many of the more responsible shows are now recognising the nuisance and distress caused to both traders and the public and are banning time-share/holiday club exhibitors.<br /><br />Good.Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-82689587152133802522010-05-12T05:40:00.000-07:002010-07-21T10:43:19.504-07:00Oh, that's sooo amusing! (Not.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4c-TZYTpD7VWzsFlTBfBuOTRStc7yp6K-CTvwgb79Zg3Z7tJhg_pSl_BMqN3axoQBR44amTm4SLTUO_q1pIKTcu_cI03LaLPa1-RmR7Wt4TXDwJkzZ_IOKkSNleE4jiPPwLltSH_r1f0/s1600/hanging-dog-200.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4c-TZYTpD7VWzsFlTBfBuOTRStc7yp6K-CTvwgb79Zg3Z7tJhg_pSl_BMqN3axoQBR44amTm4SLTUO_q1pIKTcu_cI03LaLPa1-RmR7Wt4TXDwJkzZ_IOKkSNleE4jiPPwLltSH_r1f0/s320/hanging-dog-200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483725091870229730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You'll recognise the </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">paw-things</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> stand at a show - it's the one with a dog (mannequin) in a life jacket suspended from the roof.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >"Aw, mum, look! Can we get a life jacket for Fido?"</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> (There's a thought: when did you last hear of a dog called 'Fido'?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">However, the suspended pooch is also widely commented on by passing humorists (which is almost always the senior male in a group*) to demonstrate their ready wit. Although the witticism - which almost certainly will be one of a limited number of derivations of the same basic comment - is addressed to his party, the humorist will always cast an eye towards me, presumably to assess from my reaction how amazingly witty he's just been.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">If I'm feeling chippy (which is generally the case if I've taken a reasonable amount of money, and always the case if the party in question has contributed to it) then I'll respond positively and may even join in with a little easy banter; on a poor day and/or when the party clearly has no intention of buying anything from me I'll just vacantly gaze into the mid-distance and pretend I haven't heard; that way no-one ends up getting hurt.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Of course, each humorist thinks he's the first person to have thought of the line. Be assured he most certainly is </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >not</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">. For the record, here is the line:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >"That's the best sort of dog to have -"</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> followed by any one of the following appendages:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >"...doesn't cost much to keep"</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >"...doesn't need feeding"</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >"...doesn't need walking"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">etcetera, etcetera.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Less frequent (and addressed to me although it's for the benefit of the children in tow) but worth recording here is the rather more challenging:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >"I'm going to report you to the RSPCA."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I know it's for the kids (who, of course, never understand it), but there's something vaguely uncomfortable about that one; it rarely gets a response.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">So, if you want to see me roaring with laughter at a line which I've heard thousands of times before, here's a tip: spend some money first!</span><br /><br />I'm a misery, aren't I.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">_______________________________________________</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >* Sometimes it's subsequently developed upon by one of the kids, straggling behind after their group has wandered on and not understanding the social nuances of such adult/adult adult/child situations. It's often all I can do not to give them a clip to help them on their way.</span>Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-88864697818192774752010-03-09T01:31:00.000-08:002010-03-09T03:29:57.476-08:00Gosh, it was cold!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dNrP9t9dIUCpq8-fmbctC5ZSgJWYCtCqsJv5vTRqWkNiJP8uzSaZDtOjCQgIGrYjK0FpUDLL-XS9QrLNH8xAd63HOn3SdjvB7l3v-WtoHkKdkC3ZHHNA4gFqx7YONc6YY2VvlMvmkuE/s1600-h/border-cross-with-backpack-cropped-200.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dNrP9t9dIUCpq8-fmbctC5ZSgJWYCtCqsJv5vTRqWkNiJP8uzSaZDtOjCQgIGrYjK0FpUDLL-XS9QrLNH8xAd63HOn3SdjvB7l3v-WtoHkKdkC3ZHHNA4gFqx7YONc6YY2VvlMvmkuE/s320/border-cross-with-backpack-cropped-200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446593503834361618" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><div>The Beale Park Country Fair last weekend was our first show of the new season - and, boy, was this early-March weekend cold.</div><div><br /></div><div>Being so early in the year - and being a completely new show - I didn't have great expectations of soaring sales (although we did OK, thanks for asking), rather it was an opportunity to discover all the things temporarily borrowed over the winter from the travelling kit and not returned. (Just scissors, tape measure and packing tape, as it turned out; not bad!)</div><div><br /></div><div>This show opened at 10.00am each day and closed at 6.00pm. The 10am start is sensible enough but 6pm closing is crazily late; most visitors will have arrived back home and had their tea by that time! The trade stand avenues become like ghost towns; I would hate to be an event in the main ring during those last couple of hours. By that time the 'real' audience has dwindled down to two or three people, perhaps augmented by a gaggle of traders (with little else to do) looking on from a distance.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is my third season of working around these shows; with each event I make a few more friends - usually the adjacent stand holders. And you never know who'll be next door. From this show my new friends are a hatter (is that different from a milliner?) and a man who breeds birds of prey. Who else have I made friends with? Well, there's a chap who sells health-promoting bangles (hmmm), a lady who sells gorgeous ladies' shirts, a man selling his boat (run your hand over the lacquer - like velvet), a couple selling bags and aprons, another couple selling the stuff you put in your tyres to stop them deflating (I bought some; it works!), a lady selling mops, a couple selling garlic crushers (I like garlic as much as the next person but, believe me, eight hours a day breathing in garlic fumes is no fun) an elderly gent selling more varieties of home-made liquorice than I knew existed (neither did I realise that liquorice was still so popular - he was doing an amazing amount of business), a group of enthusiasts who spent all day tying fishing flies... as the 'News of the World' used to say - All Human Life Is Here. Occasionally a name sticks, but usually future greetings are of the "Hi, how are you? Where've you been since...?"</div><div><br /></div><div>At Beale Park I was opposite a couple (selling rabbiting equipment) who last season had bought a doggie backpack from me for Ajax, their little Border terrier cross. I could see why they'd bought it - Ajax's regular load (see the photo at the head of this blog) was a can of lager in each pannier! The training was clearly benefiting little Ajax - leaping a 30 inch fence from a standing start was no problem at all!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If you haven't been before to a country fair, or county show, or boat show, or garden show, or whatever kind of show advertised pop along; you'll be surprised at what you'll find there.</div></span>Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-86548874259165276742010-01-11T10:28:00.000-08:002010-01-11T10:37:27.591-08:00Calm down!You know that feeling?<div><br /></div><div>You've got something you want to share with the world - but you don't know the right time to share it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So it is with new products. Most of what I sell just isn't available anywhere else, so when I'm waiting for a delivery it's hard, so hard, to avoid making it available whilst the consignment is still chugging across the oceans towards me.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so it specifically has been with the consignment of dog Bak-Paks which - after all kinds of problems with the snow last week - finally arrived with me today.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've had the red-over-black colour combinations previously - the big excitement for me is the brand spanking new black-over-black Bak-Paks, my first consignment of this colour combination.</div><div><br /></div><div>Unable to restrain myself I made them available towards the end of last week - and kept my fingers crossed that the transport company would finally deliver today. (28 days to travel half way around the world; 10 days to travel 200 miles across the UK!)</div><div><br /></div><div>They've arrived. Phew!</div>Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-54098778913332827842009-12-29T08:57:00.000-08:002009-12-29T09:09:10.810-08:00Wholesale pricesI receive what I think is more than my fair share of enquiries asking if I wholesale my products. The answer is, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"yes, but..."</span><div><br /></div><div>I import almost all my products myself. As there is no 'middle man' between the manufacturer and me I'm able to retail my products to the public at prices which are substantially lower than the 'normal' retail prices offered by other retailers.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would expect anyone reselling my products to successfully sell them at far higher prices than those available on our website. (Our website price + 50% is very achievable.)</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, I do wholesale and of course I can offer a discount for volume sales. But please don't expect prices enormously reduced from the prices you see on the website.</div><div><br /></div><div>Give me a buzz and we can talk about it!</div>Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-89734920946569143132009-12-22T08:53:00.000-08:002009-12-22T09:07:04.103-08:00"The poor thing will be bald!"During the summer months I'm on the show circuit (county shows, game fairs, canal shows, dog shows, that sort of thing). To most effectively demonstrate our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hair-raiser</span> dog comb I take Phoebe, our labrador, with me.<div><br /></div><div>So, between March and October, Phoebe spends her weekends being endlessly groomed. (She loves it!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Often, when I turn to Phoebe for the next demo the customer-to-be, knowing that this will be her nth grooming of the day will exclaim: "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The poor thing will be bald!</span>"</div><div><br /></div><div>To which, with the patience of a saint, I'll respond that the comb doesn't remove any live hair at all - it just collects dead hair from the coat. Two strokes of the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hair-raiser</span> (even after over six months of intensive weekend grooming) and that's - usually! - another one sold!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-83801984145962260562009-12-19T13:39:00.000-08:002009-12-19T14:00:13.799-08:00Choosing the correct size of dog coatTo point out the blazingly obvious: dogs come in all shapes and sizes. It can be problematic when you're buying a coat without being able to try it on.<div><br /></div><div>Nevertheless, I estimate that for 90% of the coats we sell on the internet there is no further discussion; the size proves to be right; the dog's happy, the owner's happy; we're happy. There is happiness and contentment throughout the land.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not so for the remaining 10%.</div><div><br /></div><div>It usually transpires that the problem is one of two types. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Either:</span></div><div><br /></div><div>the customer didn't measure the dog,</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">or</span></div><div><br /></div><div>the dog's measurements were between two sizes - and the customer chose the wrong size.</div><div><br /></div><div>We do encourage customers to view the photos on the website (follow the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">'dogged up'</span> links) to get an idea of how the coats look in use, but this can't replace measuring your dog. I now feel the urge to cut-and-paste the following phrase a few dozen times. I'll actually type it once and cut-and-paste it once (hopefully the bold italics will communicate the phrase's importance): <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Measure your dog. Measure your dog.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Getting the size wrong means we'll have to exchange the coat; we're happy to do so. But:</div><div><br /></div><div>Getting the size right first time will save us both a lot of time and inconvenience.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you measure your dog and it seems to straddle two sizes then please let us help you decide what to do. Just email us the breed and measurements, tell us where you think the choice needs to be made and we'll guide you in the right direction. (You're welcome to phone to discuss but experience has taught me that the exchange - at least to begin - is easier by email; writing things down forces everyone to be very clear on what they're saying - no fudging like there can be in a conversation!)</div><div><br /></div><div>And we can offer some very creative approaches to resolving the choice...</div>Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617490919025571291.post-29253168879851608952009-12-19T10:58:00.000-08:002009-12-19T13:39:27.949-08:00Sizing for life jacketsThe first thing you need to remember - a life jacket isn't a coat! Don't worry too much about it not being long enough.<div><br /></div><div>Your primary concern should be that there is sufficient buoyancy material in the jacket to float your dog (or cat).</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't expect the jacket to extend the full length of your dog's back; in fact, it will be a more effective buoyancy aid if it stops some way short of the far end of you dog. In this way, if your dog gets into difficulties the jacket's buoyancy will lift the front end of your dog. The absence of buoyancy at the 'far' end will allow that end to sink, pivoting the body; this will assist the rise of the front end and further ensure that mouth and nose are clear of the water level.</div><div><br /></div><div>If the jacket does extend to the full length of your dog - and this is not unusual, particularly with the smaller dogs where everything is a bit more compressed - then try to avoid the jacket extend beyond the end of your dog; if it does then s/he'll have a problem in simply sitting down!</div>Ian Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300559832953740399noreply@blogger.com0