TLC Dog Walking

07/06/2026

Summer nights are fun 🐾🥰

03/06/2026

Two weeks off work, one stolen vehicle, one emergency replacement van, one roof hole installation, crates, long lines, stickers, and a bank account crying for its mum. Police got my vehicle back (thank you!),
but apparently if I want forensics done, I get the bill. So only winner is still the criminals!

And let’s be honest — my wallet is currently doing flatline noises.

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🚔 Stolen Navara recovered 🚔

A Nissan Navara stolen from Halifax last month has been recovered today by PC Sharp and safely reunited with its owner 👏

Vehicle theft remains very much on our radar, particularly keyless thefts involving models like the Navara, which are increasingly being targeted.

To help protect your vehicle:

🔑 Keep keys (and spares) well away from doors and windows
📡 Consider using a Faraday pouch to block keyless signals
🚗 Use physical security such as steering locks where possible
📷 Park in well-lit, overlooked areas or where CCTV is present

A positive result — and a reminder that a few extra precautions can make all the difference.

03/06/2026

🌧️🐾 Rainy Walks With Mr Reactive: A Love Story 🐾🌧️

Out today with one of my favourite worry warrior lads, and honestly — he’s living his best life.

Why?

Because apparently no one else’s dogs need walking in the rain (shocking, I know), which means the pavements are emptier than a vet’s waiting room on a sunny day. He’s on his long line, choosing his own adventure, sniffing every fresh rain‑powered smell like he’s doing a full forensic investigation.And the best bit?

Not a single tiny dog with angry teabag energy has launched itself at him.

Which, in his German Shepherd brain, means he’s basically won the lottery.

Just me, him, his ball, the rain, and zero drama.

Honestly… bliss.

26/05/2026

England. The only country on Earth where it can hail goofballs, freeze your eyebrows off, and then — TWO WEEKS LATER — decide to hit 33 degrees like it’s auditioning for Love Island: Climate Edition.

I swear this island isn’t a place, it’s a weather roulette wheel. Spin it and pray:

• Hail chaos
• Arctic nonsense
• Biblical rain
• Heatwave meltdown
• Wildcard: emotional damage

And today?
It landed on “Sahara, but make it Yorkshire”.

Two weeks ago I was in a coat.
Today I’m one degree away from sticking my head in the freezer like a rotisserie chicken.

Honestly, England needs to pick a season and commit.
I can’t be out here dodging hailstones one minute and slow‑roasting the next. I’m a dog walker, not a climate athlete.

If tomorrow it snows, I’m not even reacting. I’ll just nod like, “Yeah. Checks out.”

26/05/2026

🔥 THE GREAT BRITISH HEATWAVE: DOG WALKER EDITION 🔥

Right. Gather round. It’s 22°C at 7:30am and heading for 30°C by lunchtime, which means every dog walker in the UK is currently doing the maths of:
“How do I keep dogs alive and not financially combust at the same time?”

Because here’s the truth no one tells you:

🐶 Dogs can’t walk in this heat.
💷 Dog walkers lose a ton of money because of it.
🔥 Heatstroke doesn’t care about your schedule.

So today looks like this:

• 20‑minute let-outs instead of full walks
• Early morning ninja‑style routes
• No pavement frying-pan strolls
• No zoomies, no fetch, no ‘but he loves the heat’
• Just safety, shade, hydration and survival

And while we’re laughing through the chaos, here’s the serious bit:

Dog walkers don’t shorten walks because we’re lazy.
We shorten them because we like your dog alive.
And because heatstroke kills in minutes, not hours.

Also, yes — we lose money.
Yes — we get cancellations.
Yes — we still show up at stupid o’clock like heat‑dodging superheroes.
Because that’s the job. And we care.

So thank you to everyone who understands, supports, and doesn’t say the cursed sentence:
“Can’t you just walk them in the shade?”

Stay cool, stay kind, and give your dog a big, safe, indoor cuddle from me 🐾💛

24/05/2026

🐾 Spaniel Group Walks Are BACK (and yes… they’re still feral.)

Public announcement for all floppy‑eared hooligans and their long‑suffering humans:

Your favourite weekly gathering of Spaniel mayhem, mud‑seeking missiles, and squirrel‑obsessed athletes is officially returning.

Expect:

• Maximum zoomies — the kind that start in one postcode and end in another
• Selective hearing — especially when you say “COME HERE”
• Water‑based crimes — puddles, ponds, bogs, mystery liquids… they don’t discriminate
• Group chaos energy — because one spaniel is fun, but five spaniels is a lifestyle choice

All safely contained, professionally supervised, and delivered with the kind of calm confidence only a dog walker who has accepted their fate can possess.

🌳 Who’s it for?

• Working spaniels
• Pet spaniels
• Spaniels who identify spiritually as spaniels
• Spaniels who have never emotionally recovered from being told “no”

If your dog has ears, opinions, and a strong desire to launch themselves into shrubbery at 40mph… they qualify.

💸 How to join

Drop me a message to book your spot — spaces are limited because, shockingly, there is a legal limit on how many spaniels one human can reasonably supervise without ascending to another plane of existence.

🎉 Let the chaos recommence.

Your spaniel deserves this.
You deserve the peace afterwards.
And I deserve a medal.

15/05/2026

I am very proud to announce that we have won the LuxLife Best Reinforcement Based In West Yorkshire. Thanks to all our amazing team for their consistent hard work and dedication to the dogs that we care for.

Best Reinforcement-Based Dog Walking Service 2026 – West Yorkshire

13/05/2026

The Teen Trio™ Take Paws in The Woods with Millen K9 Services Ltd

Paws in The Woods has seen many things… but nothing quite like the three teenagers: Parker the black lab, Blue the bull‑breed himbo, and Amber the Airedale who arrived late to the party and somehow became the group’s designated sensible friend.

The Original Duo

Parker and Blue were already a bonded pair — the kind of best mates who encourage each other to make questionable choices at high speed.

Parker: “Let’s run.”
Blue: “I can’t run fast but I can enthusiastically wobble behind you like a determined wardrobe.”

They were chaos. They were joy. They were unstoppable.

Then Came Amber

Enter Amber — elegant, wiry, and immediately wondering why these two lads behave like they’ve been raised on energy drinks and poor decisions.

She’s not big on the wrestling.
She’s not big on the slobber.
She’s not big on being body‑checked by two overexcited teenage boys.

But she is big on running.
And if tolerating a bit of play‑fighting means she gets to lead a woodland sprint, she’ll allow it.

The Running Dynamic

Parker: unstoppable, tireless, powered by some internal nuclear reactor.
Amber: fast, focused, graceful.
Blue: trying his absolute best and that’s what counts.

Blue sets off with the confidence of a man who believes he can keep up.
He cannot.
But he believes — and that’s why we love him.

Meanwhile Parker never stops.
Ever.
When Blue and Amber are collapsed in a heap, gasping like Victorian children recovering from consumption, Parker is still trotting laps like, “What’s next? Who’s next? Shall we do it again?”

Paws in Th’ Woods: Their Private Theme Park

We rent the woods so they can go wild safely — and they treat it like their own personal amusement park.

Parker zooms.
Amber supervises and occasionally referees.
Blue participates at a speed best described as “heroic but not rapid.”

At one point they all ran in different directions like a canine remake of a low‑budget action film.
No plot.
No logic.
Just vibes.

The Teen Trio™

They adore each other.
They hype each other.
They run, wrestle, encourage, and occasionally crash into shrubbery together.

They started as a duo.
They became a triplet.
And now they’re a woodland youth gang with unlimited enthusiasm and absolutely no brakes.

11/05/2026

What is an XL Bully then?

A question asked by Karen, Ken.
“Looks a bit chunky… head quite wide…”
Meanwhile Blue just wants a ride.

The papers shout, the Facebooks roar,
“THAT DOG’S A MENACE! LOCK THE DOOR!”
Yet Blue’s at home in fluffy bliss,
Trying to boop the cat for a kiss.

“DNA test him!” people cry,
As if he’s running MI5.
Swab his cheek and send it through,
It still won’t say “XL Bully Blue.”

Staffy here and mastiff there,
Bits of bulldog everywhere.
A canine pick ’n’ mix at best,
Not some villain in a vest.

And Blue? Lucky sod’s an inch too small,
One blooming inch! That’s bloody all.
A tiny smidge, a whisker short,
The world’s daftest canine sport.

So Blue can wander on a lead with slack,
No tape measure brigade attacking his back.
No muzzle needed in the car seat too,
Just windows down and a decent view.

While poor XLs, through no fault or choice,
Have lost their freedom, their walk, their voice.
Restricted lives for simply existing,
While humans carry on finger-pointing.

But still Blue wears his muzzle proud,
Among the tutting, gawping crowd.
Not ‘cause he’s bad or prone to bite,
But people panic at the sight.

The muzzle’s there to keep him safe,
From frightened folk and keyboard waifs,
Who see a blocky head and chest
And think Cujo’s failed his test.

Meanwhile Blue’s true criminal act?
Stealing socks and sleeping flat.
Farting loud enough to stun,
Then blaming everyone for one.

And at the end, with cheeky wink,
Blue seems to say: “Now have a think.
If one small inch decides my fate…
Perhaps the rules aren’t all that great.