Travis Pointer

Will whoever has hijacked my brother please return him to his normal self. Thursday we were playing happily, Friday he turned into a monster, trying to eat Doms, table legs, even me! Come back Boy. I’ll even go camping. Hell I’ll even give you a bite of my steak! - just the one mind. I’m the pioneer in joy and I’m rooting for you. 👊❤️
This picture was taken just before Boy braved the water and crossed the stream. Not with my style of course, and only up to his calves, but not bad for a mountain dog who they said wouldn’t ever get his feet wet!

Doms here. Boy has had the occasional epileptic fit in the last few months, but end of last week, after just a couple of days away, they suddenly became chronic. We avoided medication before, as the seizures weren’t that often and don’t want him zombified. Friday we began epilepsy meds, and by the afternoon he’d gone crazy. We left France Saturday and came home. It’s probably a brain tumour. 2 vets have basically said in so many words to put him down, but I’m not doing that when it could just be a reaction to the meds. He’s not in pain. Monday morning I got his meds changed. We’re now waiting to see how he is. He hasn’t had an attack since last Friday. He’s a fighter and we’re giving him every chance. He’s 11, has survived being a Greek street dog for 1.5 years (he’s smart, he lived outside the best taverna in the village), Leishmania, and a major attitude problem - likes to 💩stir dogs much larger and fiercer than he.
Thanks so much for all your love and support. It’s been a hell of a week and your sweet messages have given such a boost. I lap up every one, but prefer to put the little time I have into new posts and messages rather than replies. If I neglect someone too much do nudge. # # #

Seeing as you lot all hate Mondays, and I’m not enjoying it either this week, and as I’m the , I’ve decided to give you all Saturday again. Aren’t I the greatest! So take it on my authority, it’s not Monday, but Saturday, Speedo Saturday indeed! So put away your pack lunch and go get a burger.
Yes folks it’s Speedo Saturday, and this is a long standing promise I made to Coops for taking one for the team.
As you knows, I’m a dog, dog, so I don’t do clothes. So Fluffy here is doing her turn for the lads on my behalf. Come on! Let’s skinny dip. Splish-splash I’m taking a bath. Oh and here’s an I.O.U. to give to your boss.
N.B. This was taken on Saturday, before we left France owing to Boy’s illness. Please pray for him, all the signals point to a brain tumour. Thanks so much for all your lovely messages. Doms will catch up with everyone when she can. Don’t read small print, it’s bad for your eyes.

* Fluffy models Speedo pants in black xxl

Boy is seriously ill, so I've put my steak on hold. I was on my holibags, but we're now on our way home and I'm keeping all paws crossed that he pulls through. I'd even embrace camping if it's together with him. 🐾🐄

I love Fridays! Time to consider our achievements, ponder our aspirations, and run away from obligations and head for the pub.
Do you have those days when love comes and goes straight for the jugular? Let’s all put our heads and hearts into the open mouth that is the weekend, and hope it doesn’t bite off our ears.
Three days ’til I'm off on my holibags. Anyone else joining needs to pack their trunk and send me a pic.
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As of next week, I’ll be off on my holibags for a bit. Yet seeing as I’m a narcissistic, I mean, altruistic pup who just can’t help sharing the joy, you can all come along too.
Yep, specially for you guys, I’ve made a new page . Here will be me, me, yet more me, and any of you who care to join me. (Without necessarily even any intelligent stuff.) So post me a pic and/or live vicariously through mine, and let’s all have a pawsome time. - Hey, that rhymes!

Oh my dog's bo****ks, I'm in Positively Woof! Let it rip potato chip!

Dog Rescue Stories: Travis Stole Her Shoes…and then Her Heart! Travis nearly died from being homeless and having deadly parvovirus.

As well as giving lessons in joy, I’ve been busy hunting world peace. It’s a slippery little bu**er to pin down, but I’m working on it. Myself and 5 other dogs on Instagram have created a peace quilt. We started with 4 squares, and now pups from all over the world are sending us their squares. With love we are stitching the squares together. Then the cats came, and now people too! Let’s all join hands to spread a message of love, peace and positivity, whatever your breed, creed or colour.
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Website: wulstan3.wixsite.com/loveandpeacequilters

* Please make a square and share. If you aren’t on Instagram and want to share a square for peace, send it to me with your message, and I’ll make sure it’s sewn into our quilt pronto.

Yesterday was gay pride, and today being friendship day, I vote that we all hold hands and give a big smacker of love and tolerance to the world. (And then go eat a burger, just for a bit of balance.) I was unable to join the festivities in Amsterdam yesterday, but here’s me a few years ago, doing my bit to share the joy.
I am Travis from Holland, and I share my square for peace with pride. Please make a square and share. All you need is your heart and your peace symbol.

You may have noticed I’ve been a bit quiet of late. Along with lazing, and eating as much steak as possible, I’ve been hunting down world peace and have been busy with a campaign which I will inform you of soon. I am now on Instagram as . For maximum joy please join me there, and you can also sign up for updates on my website.

If I was my insurance company, I’d be buying me a big fat steak every year. In fact I’d be throwing me a party and doing whatever I could to keep me happy and healthy. So if they really care for me like they say they do, why is it that each year all I get are dull circulars and a big fat bill? What do you think?
In true style I will be presenting this to my insurance company. I’ll let the world know their response.
* My insurance is 550euros a year. I’m now 10, and I’ve rarely had to claim. I reckon it’s at least worth a birthday card.

It’s been raining cats and dogs here, and all the pixie’s washing is completely soaked again. I’m therefore going to fold it nicely and put it inside. Not because I want my wishes to come true or anything, but because we all like sweet and fluffy washing, right. And scores of naked pixies!!?! Even the idea puts me off my dinner*.
* Well nearly.