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Celebrities' Favourite Pets: In Aid of the PDSA
Celebrities' Favourite Pets: In Aid of the PDSA
Celebrities' Favourite Pets: In Aid of the PDSA
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Celebrities’ Favourite Pets has been put together in aid of the PDSA (People's Dispensary for Sick Animals) who provide free veterinary treatment to sick and injured animals.
This fun book provides a fascinating insight into the favourite pets of people in the public eye and, along with the obvious choices, there are bound to be one or two surprises as we find out which animals celebrities choose to get close to. Hopefully the book will also get people thinking about the relationship we have with our pets.
With a fitting forward by Bob Champion MBE, this book supports the work of the UK’s leading veterinary charity and reminds us of the responsibility we all have towards ensuring that the nation’s pets are happy and well looked after.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 23, 2011
ISBN9781907792137
Celebrities' Favourite Pets: In Aid of the PDSA

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    Celebrities' Favourite Pets - Sheila Collins

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    Jenny Agutter

    Actress

    I can’t remember when we acquired our two dogs, Alexandria and Victoria, named after royalty; it seemed they were always there. They were a strange combination of breeds: a highly strung Miniature Poodle, Vicky, and a determinedly naughty smooth-haired Dachshund, Alex. I remember trying to train them, to no avail. They went with us everywhere and were rarely left at our house, which was probably just as well. On one particular occasion I remember the dogs were left home alone. The Dachs managed to open a cupboard in the kitchen in which, amongst other things, there was a bag of flour. By the time we arrived home, both dogs and the entire kitchen were white, coated in a dusting of Homepride! I’m not sure when the cat joined us, but by the time we went to live in Cyprus our feisty black and white cat was a part of the family. He was a smart creature, who just about tolerated the two dogs. We would go for walks and the cat would join us, following on tiptoe behind. Suddenly spying a tree or post, he would rush ahead, climb to a good vantage point and wait for the dogs to pass underneath, whereupon he would leap on the unsuspecting dogs before rushing off, leaving two perplexed animals. Have you noticed that dogs rarely look up?

    I have fond memories of these pets; they were there all the time I was growing up. Sadly our cat stayed in Cyprus when we left, as we thought the six-month quarantine imposed at that time would be too much for him. The dogs came back to England and lived to a great age. When I went to live in America my parents wrote to me, and Alex and Vicky were still around and always mentioned in their letters.

    Bob Anderson

    Professional darts player

    As a ten-year-old I had a pet rabbit called, almost inevitably, Thumper. He was a real pal. Now, with all the travelling I do, I am unable to have a pet.

    Kenny Ball

    Jazz Musician

    We have always had dogs. At present we have a rescue dog from Florence who is a Doberman/Rottweiler whose name is Farouk. He had been damaged and we paid for him to come over to England. He has Doberman ears, which are straight up and black. He is very obedient but doesn’t trust anyone but me and my wife Michelle.

    The other dog we have is a German Shepherd called Keyra. She is lovely but looks at you as if you are mad when you tell her off! She is a champion. Her mother and father were both American champions. The most wonderful dog we have ever had is Sascha. We were going to call her Satchmo but as she was a girl we changed it to Sascha!

    Faye Barker

    News Presenter

    Mum used to say, There’s no master and dog relationship here - you two are just good mates. She was talking about our Alsatian, Genna, and me, her youngest child.

    I first met Genna on the day she was born. I was 7 years old and my stepfather’s dog, Gypsy, had given birth to a litter of warm, wrinkly puppies. I watched wide-eyed as the creatures were welcomed into the world, and over the following weeks I would race home from school to play with the six bouncing bundles of joy.

    As time passed, people would come to our house and pick which puppy they wanted to take home for their own families and eventually there was only one left. Lucy was the puppy my parents had decided to keep, and she joined her mum, Gypsy, and Suky, our beautiful, glossy black Alsatian, in the chaos that was our family life. Genna, meanwhile, had gone to live with a policeman.

    It was over a year later that Mum got a phone call from a local kennels. The lady on the phone told her she thought one of our puppies was there. She was right - it was Genna. Mum brought her back home and I looked in disbelief as this skinny, timid creature walked into the kitchen, cowering if you tried to stroke her. What’s happened to her? I asked, as Lucy and Suky checked her out too (sadly Gypsy had died that year and was no longer with us). Mum explained that the policeman who bought Genna had decided that she didn’t have the ‘right nature’ to be a police dog, so he had taken her to the guide dogs. But the guide dog training conflicted with what she had been taught as a police dog and it was felt that she wasn’t right for that either. She’d then been taken to the kennels - thank goodness the lady there called my Mum.

    It couldn’t have happened overnight, but I don’t ever remember Genna being scared again in our house. She soon learned she was safe and began establishing herself in our pack. She seemed to conclude that the best one to stick with was me - I was the youngest child, she was the newest dog on the block - and we looked at each other as equals. As Mum said, we became best mates.

    As I grew up, Genna was my constant companion. She would be waiting for me as I came off the school bus and, in the summer holidays, we would disappear for hours together in the Devonshire countryside. One day I fell and twisted my ankle. She immediately knew something was wrong and let me lean on her for the short walk home. Another time when I wasn’t well she jumped up next to me on my bed, which protested with a loud crack. As I reached my teens she would patiently listen as I told her of my latest adolescent woes, and when I passed my driving test she would try to jump into the back of my Fiesta whenever I went out. One night, when I was 18, I came home very late and was locked out of the house. I managed to climb through a window into the lobby where Genna was waiting, looking at me curiously. The door into the kitchen and the rest of the house was locked, so that night I bedded down with the dogs. They didn’t seem to mind but my parents had a bit of a shock when they saw me there in the morning!

    When I left home for university my heart would ache saying goodbye to Genna. She now had grey whiskers around her nose and moved a little slower. Suky and Lucy had since passed away and as I said goodbye to Genna at the end of each holiday I dreaded it would be the last.

    That awful day came just before I turned 21. Mum didn’t know how to tell me as she was worried about how I would take the news, so she wrote a letter and sent it to my student digs in London. It arrived a few days before my 21st and so when I saw it was from my Mum I thought it must be something to do with my birthday … so I didn’t open it straight away. As I came of age on 14th March I reached for my birthday cards, deciding to open the letter from Mum first.

    Now darling, she wrote, something we didn’t tell you. Dear old Genna had to be put down a week ago … the vet was very good but said nothing could be done … but she had a good life.

    It wasn’t unexpected but it hurt all the same, and on the day I reached adulthood I mourned the loss of my childhood companion. I still miss Genna dearly, but those fabulous memories of our time together and the image of her bright smiling eyes keep her alive in my heart.

    Ally Begg

    Sports Broadcaster

    I’m going to start with a bold statement: my black Labrador Casper is without doubt the finest K9 Scotland has ever produced.

    At the time of writing, Casper, or ‘The Wee Man’ as he’s fondly known to his many adoring fans, is four years old but still possesses the energy of a young pup. I bought him from a small farmstead near Loch Lomond in Scotland; he was the only male dog left, surrounded by his faithful sisters who were keen to remain siblings. As we drove back into Glasgow my partner at the time, Abbie (Casper’s Mum), held him close to her chest for the duration of the journey and an instant love affair began.

    That evening we did our best to build him a small pen in the spare room of our

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