My favourite memories of the Tweed, and Berwick in particular, are all tied up with the love of our dearly departed dog, Otter. A nice family from the borders surrendered her to the Berwick animal shelter after a change in circumstances and luckily we were the people chosen to take her home. Already an older girl she was fit as a fiddle and gentle as they come. She slotted perfectly into our household and followed the lead of the confident younger dog we already had. She regularly came with me while I worked in Berwick and we would walk the town walls, or her favourite, the mouth of the river and Spittal beach. She was a real water baby and would dive into the Tweed at the first opportunity, going for a very serene swim in a tidy loop before emerging with her black and white fur glistening. We had four happy years together walking in Northumberland and the Borders, I think of her very often and always incredibly fondly.
Picture shows Otter on the right with her pal Lexi.
