Before we dive into tales of dog walks, creaky knees, countryside rambles, and celebratory champagne moments, we wanted to share a little something about why this blog exists — and what you might find behind the gate.
We’re Mark and Jenny — retired (though not retired from curiosity), full of stories, and still trying to work out how a tiny white dog managed to become the boss of the house. SqueakyGates is our way of collecting the gentle, silly, touching, and quietly meaningful moments that make life what it is.
We’re here to celebrate the everyday — the small victories, the warm cups of tea, the unexpected kindnesses, and even the odd wobble or two. You’ll find us talking about holidays, hospitals, handwritten notes, and the kind of joy that sneaks up on you in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday.
Sometimes we’ll laugh. Sometimes we’ll reflect. Sometimes we’ll just marvel at how much character one small Maltese dog can cram into his strut. (That’s Marnie, in case you’re new here — he’s part king, part diva, all heart.)
We won’t pretend to have all the answers. But we do know that sharing a story — even a small one — can make the world feel just a little more connected. So this is a place for honesty, for humour, for curiosity, and for comfort. The writing here won’t be perfect, but it will be real.
We like to think of this blog as a slightly wonky garden bench. There’s space for you, always. You’re welcome to sit, read, nod along, and if you like, join the conversation. The gate’s already open.
So whether it’s sunshine, drizzle, or something in between — we’re here, and we’re glad you are too.
Pop the kettle on. Let’s begin.
