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Wednesday, 31 January 2018

Mister Bailey: Snoozes, Tug of War and Teeth Cleaning.

This post contains some sponsored content.

I've been spending a lot more time with this pupper in recent weeks and to say he knows how to brighten my days is probably the understatement of the century.

Between sleeping, eating, and playing tug of war with just about any toy he can get his teeth on at the time, he's generally a pretty big fan of sitting as far within my personal space as it is possible for him to get. And if that means actually sitting on me, well, that's all the better in his eyes! We think he thinks he's a small pup, but it's alright because he actually acts as a pretty effective hot water bottle on chilly winter evenings.

The whole not understanding the personal space thing has made me incredibly appreciative that my mum has been diligent with his oral hygiene. Bailey was a rescue pup and we don't know very much about his early months. Despite our best efforts we haven't been particularly successful in the toothbrush and doggy toothpaste department and although his size might say otherwise, he's actually a super sensitive chap who will look at you like you have betrayed him if you so far as think about reaching for the toothbrush.

Thankfully he's both super interested in anything edible and DentaStix exist!

Pedigree are on a mission to make sure that every dog owner is aware of the importance of dog dental care, and implement a solid routine to help prevent gum disease. Bailey has always waited by the cupboard his treats are kept in as soon as it gets close to the time he's usually given his chew, so I think it's safe to say he likes them!

Introducing tooth brushing as early as possible has a number of long-term benefits but if, like us, it hasn't gone as smoothly as possible it's good to know that there are always alternative methods that are just as effective because we all want to know that we're doing the best we can for our four-legged members of the family.

Have you managed to perfect a toothbrushing routine with your pup or have you found that, like Bailey, they're partial to a post-dinner chew?


*This post is a collaboration with Pedigree, but all thoughts are my own. For additional dental care information you can read the following Pedigree Reviews article for tips and advice The fee from this paid collaboration will be donated to our local RSPCA who brought this pupper into our lives and changed it for the better in every possible way.

Monday, 29 January 2018


★ Messy hair. ☾ Stormy nights. ★ Starry skies. ☾ All black everything. ★ Early/mid-00s pop-punk. ☾ Crime fiction. ★ Blue velvet. ☾ Sugary coffee. ★ Yoga. ☾ Late nights. ★ Early mornings. ☾ Rewatching favourite films. ★ Rosehip oil. ☾ MA dissertation planning. ★ Glossier cloud paint. ☾ Caught between nostalgia and the future. ★ Blue glitter nail polish. ☾ Dr Martens. ★ Reclaiming my sense of self. ☾ Near-future tattoo plans. ★ Facing fears. ☾ Shutting away uncertainty. ★ Moleskine journals. ☾ Going my own way. 


Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Dear November

Lately I have been sending all blog-related emails directly to the metaphorical shredder without even pausing to open them. It was just by chance that I saw the renewal email for this domain and for the first time ever, I paused to question whether this was something else I would purposely run away from this year. After spending the best part of nine months actively turning away from commitments and responsibilities that don't stir something in my soul in a way that I have yet to find adequate words to explain, I'd say I'm pretty much at expert level. Maybe I took the fact I even saw the renewal email at all as some sort of sign. That's probably not true. I don't know. I've sort of stopped looking for signs, instead just doing things that feel right in the moment because if this year has taught me anything, it's that none of us can ever know how many moments we have left. Maybe I'm just being reckless by denouncing the concept of regret altogether, I don't know. But I think when a new perspective or way of living life feels right, it's probably best to just go with it and see what happens.

Regardless, here we are.

Hello. Hi. So, I am probably the most depressed I have ever been, if it's really possible to quantify such a thing, which sounds flippant but I think it has to, otherwise it feels too heavy to carry, you know? Somewhat confusingly I am also currently probably the most academically fulfilled I have ever been. Are the two related? I hope not, but they probably are a little bit. Escaping into gender theory has been an outlet and I've developed a bit of a passion for championing women in literature who still get a lot of unnecessary flack from old middle-class white guys. And I'm still doing some freelance writing here and there, which is really great despite never feeling as though anything I write is ever quite perfect.

As for other things, well, I've been drinking a lot of Alpro coconut chocolate milk. That stuff is A+. Glossier lured me in with their pared-down approach to makeup and it's already love. I've been listening to a lot of Lorde (yep, I still cry every single time Hard Feelings/Loveless plays) and I've just rediscovered my love for Sons of an Illustrious Father. Fave tracks at the moment are Loveletting and Armageddon. I got a new tattoo and as soon as I find the last bit of courage needed to deal with the pain I'm pretty sure I'm going all in for a large-scale something on my chest soonish. I've been rewatching all the episodes of Raising Dad I can find on YouTube. And I was pretty into that vampire filter on Instagram for Hallowe'en. I can't do make up, but if I could I'd be tempted to make that my new look.

As always, I don't really know what this is. But, I suppose, it is what it is, whatever it is.

We can do brave things, together.

See you soon.