Bev’s Page
About me
My name’s Beverley Nash. This picture of me was taken in 2008 with the four dogs I had then. From left to right you have Vinnie, JJ, Blue and Jess, with me in the middle. We’re on a sunny summer walk near Bradenham in the Chiltern Hills (UK).
I’ve always been a dog lover, and couldn’t imagine life without them. I want you to experience what that feels like.
My dog history is that I’ve always had dogs around me. My grandfather had a whippet/collie cross and we had two Cavalier King Charles, Winston and Shula. (Cavaliers by the way are truly one of the best all round family dogs you’ll ever find).
However, even though I was brought up with dogs it didn’t mean I knew what to do when it came to choosing my first one! I want you to know that I made those mistakes too before I learned how.
My dog mistakes
I was without a dog between the ages of 18 and 25 because I was moving about and in full time work. But as soon as the dust settled , that was it. I had a house and a massive park just across the road, so I was straight off to the rescue centre in Birmingham (UK).
Vanna – my first dog
There were 2 dogs I was interested in, a lurcher and a Doberman. My then partner wanted the Dobie girl so that’s who we got. Hmmmm. Beautiful as she was, Vanna had serious personality, dog aggression and health issues – which the rescue centre didn’t warn us about. And I hadn’t asked any of the right questions. The 10 months we had Vanna was a baptism of fire and no mistake. But we were still devastated when she died.
The ‘cat friendly’ one
I went to rescue again and found Spider, a supposedly cat friendly dog. That’s what they told me anyway. After 4 days he launched himself at Hoolie and she nearly had a very bad end. He went back to the rescue centre the very next day with an instruction never to home him with cats again.
Segou – my expensive import
I also threw more than £3,500 ($5,000) down the drain on a beautiful dog who was all wrong for me. He was beautiful, and I thought long and hard before taking him on. And had lengthy discussions with his breeder. Ten months after importing him, his aggression and difficult nature with strangers proved too much. He was exported back, and a year later escaped from the breeder’s place and was killed in a car accident.
Then I found my breeds!
But when I found ‘my breeds’ all that changed. It took a long time to do the homework and research but eventually I fell in love with greyhounds and lurchers. They suited me and I suited them. Since 1997 I’ve owned 6 greyhounds, 3 lurchers and 2 azawakhs. (Not forgetting 2 cats!)
My dog history
Find out about my dog history on the next page – Bev’s work with dogs