My Best Friend
Published: Wednesday 4th Dec 2013
Written by: Carol Attwell
My dear dog, Smithers, was born in Romney Marsh in July 2003. He was one of six puppies born to a delightful coarse haired Jack Russell and sired by handsome Squibby, a Norfolk terrier from Brookland. Squibby's owners also owned The Granary and The Dairy, two really beautiful properties that formed part of our portfolio of Kent Cottages. My young twin sons were cub scouts attending Tenterden Junior School and they were fanatical about The Simpsons (as well as dreaded Pokemon!) after much discussion we all agreed that Smithers was a fitting name for our adorable little puppy. He has grown into his name admirably. This photo of Smithers was taken by Steve Flanagan when he (Smithers) was still an energetic young man, he is now a somewhat portly gentleman who sometimes has difficulty heaving himself onto his favourite chair. Meanwhile my young sons are now grown up, no longer to be found at cub camp having discovered clubs in Maidstone and Tunbridge Wells, not to mention The Ministry of Sound in London (only one hour away by train). But when we are all together we enjoy taking Smithers on walks in the woods (we have a Parrot Crossbill exciting the twitchers too) and especially on the beach where Smithers enjoys chasing seagulls and paddling in the sea.