Cocker Spaniel Rosie

I was born on 24 June 2010 in Knutsford, to proud mum Ellie.

This is the story of how I came to live in North Wales and share my life with Debz.



This is my story so far...

Coming Home Pic

Coming Home Pic
The day I came home in a crate!

Sunday, 30 August 2026

Handing over... but remembered through him

Well, folks, I promised one final post now that Rosie is in doggy heaven, and that is to pass on the baton.

I feel as if Rosie has been with me these past six months, somehow preparing a new soul to come and give us all the joy she did.

The new little boy is an orange roan and to use my married surname, he is Charlie Brown. We picked him up yesterday (August 29th, 2026), and so his adventures have just begun. 

He is so clever and feisty and well-behaved... as well as being cheeky. I can already see that he has so many of the same personality traits as Rosie. It feels like her soul has come back to us.

To follow his adventures, this is the new blog, and I promise to post all milestones and much more throughout his life.

To sign up to follow The Other Charlie Brown... LINK: https://theothercharliebrown.blogspot.com/


Born June 15th, 2026

Rosie will never be forgotten and I hope this blog will continue to be viewed from time to time by those who stumble upon it. That way she will never be forgotten.

We love you, Rosie

Thursday, 27 August 2026

How to sum up a whole life in a few words...

I started this blog when Rosie entered my life some sixteen years ago. For the first few years I had her post stories of the milestones in her precious life. 

Somewhere along the way we got busy and in 2014 we moved to Essex which is about the time I seemed to stop posting here but, boy, what a life she had. I feel sad I never charted more of it here, but then again with the new toy of Facebook, as it was then, her life was posted on there instead. So many photos and so many special memories. I was so blessed.

I tell the story of how I always knew she would come into my life and I had waited for her. I would dream about this little black and white cocker spaniel as a teenager, and then I stopped as life took over until in 2009 I started dreaming of her again. It seemed changes I had not predicted were afoot. I gave up my day job in 2010, and Rosie came along, as if she knew before I did that our paths were destined to be together.

I have reservations about the way some dog breeding happens so made sure I chose well. I chose a mum and daughter who bred to all the standards, KC registered etc, but had the mum and grandmother dogs, as pets in the house. Rosie chose me when I first met her.

She was the most adorable and beautiful dog, great with children, 'good' most of the time, but she had her funny quirks and I wouldn't have it any other way. A cute, happy, cheeky, special little girl.

When she met Mal, who I later married, she was in love with him and kind of shifted her follow-me-around behaviour to following him around. Daddy spoiled her of course! She knew who to sit by for treats.

She came with us to so many Airbnbs, especially Brighton which she loved and would walk for hours from Hove to Brighton and back. Though her last holiday in 2025 we needed to take her on the bus. We knew then the day was coming.

She never really slowed down but she did lose her sight gradually and was completely blind by the time she was 14. She was also deaf and I hated to think of her living in a silent black box. But she trotted around, wagging her tail and never stopped loving her food. Even when she had these horrible benign lumps in her ear (removed three times under sedation but it wasn't fair to keep putting her through it)... and her chin. Horrible things that leaked, she still seemed happy so we carried on. Even when she peed on the carpet and pooed sometimes, we let her be while she still had quality to her life.

It's awful when you get the sense of an ending, makes you cherish those moments even more. We couldn't decorate the house or move furniture as she couldn't see, but we carried on loving her and taking her for short walks. We lost the cats Cagney and Lacey before her, Lacey in 2020 (aged nearly 16) and Cagney in 2024 aged 20! And Rosie's time was coming. We dreaded it so much.

She died at home peacefully, I never had to take her to do it. Everything was always on her terms, she knew what she wanted. When I knew she was ready, that sad day in February 2026, I held her all day telling her how much I loved her and what a good girl she had always been. She was such a feisty strong girl, first born and always bossing her litter mates, and I think she probably lived longer than all of them. She held on so I laid on the floor with her all night, holding her paw and she took her last breath at 7.10 am on 19th February, 2026. The worst day of my life, except for when I lost Lee.

But I don't think her story is over. She is never far away. I have left memory stones in all her favourite places and I feel as if she is still with me. Her ashes are buried with the cats and all the pets I have ever loved in my parents' garden. I think she has been preparing the soul of another little one to come to us and that is what is happening.

We meet him in the flesh Saturday; another cocker spaniel and this time I plan to make sure we keep his blog going throughout his life. Rosie was four months shy of her 16th birthday, and I hope her predecessor will live such a long and happy life. I am ready for the new chapter, but I will never forget this beautiful sweet girl who blessed our lives. When it's up and running I will send the link in my final post on this blog to the new puppy as he begins his adventures... and I get to do it all again :)









Never forgotten... Rosie Brown 24.06.2010 -- 19.02.2026

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

I found my blog

I found my blog

I am the dog with a blog but have not posted in so long I bet you forgot I existed! I am seven now!

Tomorrow I go for my Christmas haircut!

And I now have a daddy as I live in a new house... Mummy, Daddy, me and the cats, Cagney and Lacey!

I might try to blog more now as I am the dog with the blog after all!

Here are some recent photos of me!




Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Bleedin' Grass Seed

What a day...

I do not blog very often as you know, busy busy busy, lots of things to do when you're a dog. Lots n lots and lots of exciting things. Until ... let me tell you about the thing they call a grass seed. A bleedin' grass seed...

My mummy knows I get sore feet from time to time and because of the special allergy diet I have (yummy) I don't get them much these days. They call it contact dermatitis or something fancy like that. What do I know. I'm a dog. With a blog. A dog with a blog and sore feet. So when my poor foot started to hurt a few days ago she thought it was the same thing. But me: I knew different. I did try to show her how much I was chewing me toes! But all she kept doing was telling me off for chewing me toes: like chewing me toes is a bad thing. Anyway I refused to let her up close to look; I mean they're my toes, right? I can be as grumpy as I want. And I can chew me toes if I want, right?

Only thing is they got sorer and sorer although I stopped limping and Mum thought it was sorted because it normally sorts itself only then Mum spotted the yellow stuff coming out between me toes and hey presto a trip to that vet man. He prodded me and I still wouldn't let anyone look at me toes and I thought that was it, home I came. MY toes, so don't look at them!

But oh no. That was not the end of it. Yesterday I got up and wasn't allowed any breckie, instead Mum took me straight out for a walk and next thing I'm in the car, but not for a fun ride out, oh no: back to the vet man.

What a day I had in there!

They put me in a cage, which I don't mind and there were other dogs there and some cats, but then they shaved me arm and stuck a needle in it! Next thing I was feeling all whoozy and ended up dozing. So then they came and took me into another room where I was given more drugs to make me fall asleep.Powerful drugs, man. Like... actually it was quite nice.

When I came round I was shaking and my foot was like really sore. That part wasn't nice. But oh the drugs...

I wasn't too pleased to be there but life is an adventure so I was wagging me tail, especially when, and this is the best bit, the nice lady came and got me out of the cage and... there was my mum standing there! Whoop!

I was going home.

I heard her telling my mum it was a grass seed they took out of my foot and they gave it to her as a souvenir! Why? But they did. And she made a weird noise when she heard how much that 'bleedin' grass seed' cost her. That's how she said it. Then she said something about insurance which I know nothing about and how they will pay for some of it... and then she brought me home.


Blurry bleedin' grass seed that cost Mum £217 something!

I have to say I felt like I was on a boat for most of the evening, couldn't settle. In the end, after lots of cuddles with Nan my mum finished her work and we finally got to have lots of snuggles, the best part.


So out of it didn't even know I was snuggled next to Lacey!


I was a bit 'spaced out': I mean look at my legs!


Mum makes a good cushion





 And then she let me go to bed. Phew.

Which is where I still am now.

So that is how my day went. What about yours?

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

In my new home

Well I am writing this as Mum says I have got very lazy with this blog. So here I am. I now live in Essex with my mum and my nan and grandad and I have an ace life here! I have so many more people to pester and lots more rooms to play in! Oh and a much better garden to mess up, er, I mean to enjoy.

This week that odd ritual thing started again with the thing Mum calls the Advent Calendar -- all I know is when Mum gets back from the place that makes her come in with a red face (someone called Jim or something? Gym?) she gets the advent calendar thing and makes me sit and I get a doggy chocolate from it. She seems to thinks it's great fun, so of course I humour her.

I had my first hair cut since I moved and the girl called Sam was really nice so I think I don't mind going there, although I will miss Jill who used to do it.

I have a new bed and a harness thing for when I go in the car.

In fact I rather like my new house.

That is all. For now.

I promise to try to be good.

I promise to try to be good.

I promise to try to be good.

I promise to try to be good.

Who am I kidding.


You looking at me?



Wednesday, 18 June 2014

The After Picture ...

Okay so before:
 After!

All ready for her trip to the grandparents tomorrow!

Another haircut!

This is me now:


I will report back later with the after shot!