
On a very sad note though my family lost our beloved Jay Jay woofer on Friday. He was a dear friend for the last 15 years and is so sorely missed. My mum bred him and he ws born under the dining room table on boxing day all of those years ago. My then 11 year old brother named all of the boy puppies after racing drivers, and Jay Jay was named after JJ Leto. Originally we were going to keep one of the other dogs for ourselves - a little pup with the not very woofer name of Nigel (of Mansell fame, there was also an Eric named after Erik Comas amongst others) - but a student who lived with us at the time loved Jay the most and told some prospective buyers that he wasn't for sale and they bought Nigel instead.
In the years to come we realised that the student had not only saved us the embarrasment of yelling NIIIGELLL across the beach when the inevitably wayward pooch ran too far away, but she also saved us the best and most wonderful dog of the bunch who was loved by everyone who met him...

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