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So this is happening Saturday... a doggy BBQ over and above anything sounds like a great reason to go 🤗🤗🥰🥰 xxhttps://www...
25/03/2026

So this is happening Saturday... a doggy BBQ over and above anything sounds like a great reason to go 🤗🤗🥰🥰 xx

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THIS SATURDAY…12-4pm

All market stalls welcome
Dog owners or Dog lovers join in a few hours of woofing good fun!

*Most Handsome Male
*Prettiest Female
*Waggiest Tail
*Best Trick
*Golden Oldie
*Best Rescue
*Dog the judge would most like to take home
*Best in Show (chosen from the winners of all the classes)

*Any Prize Donations please call 01403710219

Misty turned 13 on the 8th March 🐾🎂And in the last few weeks… something has shifted.Not dramatically.Not catastrophicall...
23/03/2026

Misty turned 13 on the 8th March 🐾🎂

And in the last few weeks… something has shifted.

Not dramatically.
Not catastrophically.
But enough that you feel it.

And here’s the bit people don’t like to talk about—

Getting old isn’t pretty.

There’s been a change.
And with that, yes… comes incontinence.

It used to just be Woody.
Now Misty’s having the odd accident too.

I’ve woken up with sh*t on my hand.
I’ve found it in the bed.
This morning I woke up to dry, crumbled bits of it where I’d been sleeping.

✨ That’s the reality. Not the curated version.

And I know exactly what some people are thinking—

💭 “That’s disgusting.”
💭 “I couldn’t live like that.”
💭 “That’s where I’d draw the line.”

Perfect.

Then draw your line.

But don’t project it onto me
and don’t project it onto my dogs.

Because here’s the truth—

They don’t know it’s happened.
They’re not embarrassed.
They’re not distressed.
They’re not lying there questioning their existence.

That’s all human nonsense.

Projection. Ego. Control. Convenience.

My dogs don’t give a sh*t.
Literally 💩

They care about being able to get up.
Move.
Climb onto the bed.
Be close to me.
Feel safe.
Feel normal.

And they have all of that.

Now let’s deal with the one that always comes out—

💭 “They don’t have quality of life.”

No.

You don’t understand quality of life.

They’re still going on walks.
Still eating.
Still drinking.
Still moving.
Still engaged with life.

The only thing that’s changed
is they’re a bit incontinent.

That’s it.

And if you think that alone is grounds to question their life—

👉 you shouldn’t have a dog. Full stop.

Here’s the part I’m not softening—

I am a professional.

I do this for a living.
I assess dogs every single day.

And I can tell you now—

my dogs are in better health, better condition, and have a better quality of life than a large proportion of dogs out there.

So no—
I’m not interested in opinions from the sidelines.

🏡 My house is not a showroom.
It’s their home.

So no—

❌ I’m not restricting them
❌ I’m not shutting them out
❌ I’m not making them feel “less than”

Because their bodies are ageing.

And I am absolutely not making decisions
based on whether it’s convenient for me.

Because this?

👉 This is the deal you sign up for.

Because one day—

There will be no mess.
No accidents.
No crumbs in the bed.
No 3am duvet incidents.

Just silence.

And I would take a thousand messy mornings over that silence.

Every single time.

I’ve got a 13-year-old and a 12-year-old
who have survived strokes, pneumonia, and more than most dogs ever face.

They are still here.
Still moving.
Still choosing life.

And I know exactly how lucky I am.

Privileged, actually.

Because at their age—
this is the only real issue we’re dealing with.

So I will meet them exactly where they are.

Right to the very end.

No conditions.
No frustration.
No pretending this stage should look neat and acceptable for other people.

Just honesty.
Just loyalty.
And a level of love that doesn’t disappear the moment things get a bit messy ❤️🐾

And if that means I wake up covered in s*t every now and then—

Then that’s the deal.

Because I’m not here to keep my house pristine.

I’m here to give my dogs everything I’ve got
for as long as they are still living their lives.

And I don’t apologise for that.

Not now.
Not ever.

And every night before I go to sleep, I do genuinely have one thought—

✨ May the odds be forever in my favour…

as I hope and pray I don’t wake up with a mouthful, a handful,
or a hair full of sh*t 💩😂 xx

Hey hope everyone is well. Just wanted to wish a huge Hound House Hydro Happy Birthday to 2 of my very favourite chocola...
25/02/2026

Hey hope everyone is well. Just wanted to wish a huge Hound House Hydro Happy Birthday to 2 of my very favourite chocolate labs! Who doesn't like a bit of chocolate 😋 🥰🤗

On the left is the legend Layla 13 yesterday. On the right soppy Sampson 12 yesterday!

Layla does bi-weekly underwater treadmill treatments. Sampson has weekly pool hydro and has just started having some physical therapy sessions. Love them both and there's extra cheese waiting for you both at your next sessions 🤗🤗🤗🥰🥰🥰 xx

Hey hope everyone is well... not hydro pics but this is my gorgeous Border Terrier patient Toffee 🤗🥰This was him last we...
18/02/2026

Hey hope everyone is well... not hydro pics but this is my gorgeous Border Terrier patient Toffee 🤗🥰

This was him last week celebrating his 16th birthday 🎂 🥳

Hope you can like and love the post and his pics! How handsome is my distinguished gentleman... xx

Hey hope everyone is well.. if you know you know 🙄🙄🤣🤣 Too good not to share 🤣🤣 xx
09/02/2026

Hey hope everyone is well.. if you know you know 🙄🙄🤣🤣 Too good not to share 🤣🤣 xx

29/01/2026

IMPORTANT ROAD CLOSURE!!!!

Please note there is a road closure on the B2135. If you're coming to us today this is currently in place until 3rd February.

I believe you will be able to pass if you ask the roadwork team. You may have to wait though. Please leave ample time for your journeys xx

19/01/2026

This video was sent to me last week, and it arrived at the exact moment I was considering whether throwing my laptop out of a window would count as self-care.
(Spoiler: laptop survives. I live to swear another day.)

I’m not here for sympathy — swearing is just how I reset my nervous system. Get it out, move on, crack on. Potty-mouth Gordon Ramsay of the therapy world and all that. It’s my pressure-relief valve. Always has been.

Anyway.
While I’m busy un-f***ing my admin and back-of-house chaos (which has been the elephant in the room for far too long), I am, shockingly, still doing the actual job. The bit I love. The bit I’m good at.

This is Milo 🐾

Young dog. Elbow dysplasia. Conservatively managed by me for over a year. Christmas rolls around and — boom — he goes properly lame on his right forelimb. So we change the plan. Because doing the same s*** over and over and expecting a different result is madness, and I don’t operate like that.
This is Milo’s first ever treadmill session (previously pool-based). He’s already had one laser treatment, and now we’re adding a course of laser, upping his hydro, alternating pool and treadmill, alongside the osteopathic techniques he’s been having.
No cookie-cutting.
No “this is how we always do it”.
Just tailored treatment and actual clinical reasoning.
After ONE pool session back, his owner reported he was already around 60% better 🥰
That’s the bit that makes all the admin swearing worthwhile.
So yes — I’m sorting the chaos. Slowly. Properly. One dripping-tap washer at a time.
Because calmer systems = calmer me, and calmer me does better work for the dogs and their owners.
Now… back to the admin before the laptop gets ideas 🤍 xx

It’s the little things...I finished work a bit earlier than usual today and — genuinely — it was still daylight!That mea...
14/01/2026

It’s the little things...

I finished work a bit earlier than usual today and — genuinely — it was still daylight!

That meant getting the dogs out, toileted, into the car with me, without head-torches, frozen fingers or swearing at the universe. And it wasn’t even bitterly cold. Luxury 🤣

They come to work with me every day. Always have.
They’re my constant companions, and a big part of why I built my life and my work the way I did. I don’t take that for granted for a second.
But normally, at this time, I’d still be at work or only just heading home.

So seeing them settled, wrapped up, and fast asleep on the sofa at a reasonable hour felt indulgent.

Woody, freshly turned 12.
Misty, almost 13.
My golden oldies 💛 🥰🤗

If they were in a nursing home, I’m not convinced they’d look this comfortable 🤔

I’m about to batch-cook Misty’s meals because yes — still home cooking. And honestly, I couldn’t think of anything lovelier than this moment right here.

They make me proud every single day.
And my God, how bloody lucky am I to have them by my side? 🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍 xx

12/01/2026

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬. 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. 👇

I see a lot of very confident advice online telling owners to ban certain movements in older or arthritic dogs:

❌ no stairs
❌ no sofas
❌ no jumping
❌ no car access
❌ no running

I understand why that advice exists.
It’s designed to be simple, safe, and idiot-proof.

But clinically?
It’s often lazy.

Rehabilitation isn’t about rules — it’s about function.

I don’t ask:
“Should dogs do stairs?”

I ask:
“How is this dog doing stairs right now?”

Because everything depends.
It always has.

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧. 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

I live with two older greyhounds.
Both have had spinal strokes.
Same house. Same environment. Same rehab brain behind the decisions.

Different needs.

Both of my dogs still use the stairs every day:
➡️ one controlled descent in the morning
➡️ one ascent in the evening

Stairs are an incredibly important part of their life — maintaining:
✅ strength
✅ balance
✅ coordination
✅ confidence

If they can do them well, I want to preserve that function for as long as possible.
Otherwise it’s very simply: use it or lose it.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐯𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭)

🐾 Woody

Woody is 12 years old and ~40 kg — big, tall, powerful.

When he came home after his spinal stroke, he was advised no sofas.
I disagreed.

He could get on and off the sofa safely, confidently, and within his capacity — so I allowed it.
Removing that task would have accelerated decline, not prevented it.

He did have about a week with no stairs initially — for everyone’s safety while he stabilised.
Then we reintroduced stairs with safety measures.

What changed long-term was car access:
Jumping into the boot was too high and too risky, so we modified the task.
👉 Woody uses steps in and out of the car.

🐾 Misty

Misty is nearly 13 and ~27 kg. After her stroke (Oct 2023) she was completely paralysed in her left hind limb.

She now jumps into the car daily, clears the back seat cleanly, and hates being assisted on the way up.

On the way down, I manage the risk:
✔ harness
✔ spotting

👉 Misty jumps. Woody uses steps.
Same house. Same clinician. Two dogs. Two strategies.

(And yes — I review it constantly and will change it the second it needs changing.)

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐛 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

Rehabilitation is not about banning movement.
It’s about judging it.

If a dog is coping with a task well, my priority is to preserve that function.
If they’re struggling, we talk about:
• supervision
• assistance
• environmental changes
• strengthening around the task

Rehab is dynamic, not dogmatic.

This isn’t me telling anyone what to do with their dog.
It’s me explaining how I practise — and why.

Avoidance feels safe.
Management requires thought.

And “it depends” isn’t a cop-out — it’s clinical reasoning.

🎥 Video added below (Misty post-stroke). A video paints a thousand words.

08/01/2026

Hey Happy New Year everyone! Hope you're all well.

Just a little heads up to anybody travelling to us tomorrow. The Horsham Road (B2135) is pretty flooded. I encountered 6 flooded patches on my way home tonight headed from mine to the Steyning Bypass. So please be careful tomorrow. With more rain forecast overnight it's worth being a little cautious ⚠️

Worst I've ever seen it in my 6 1/2 years of being here! Xx

06/01/2026

Today is the last day of my holiday... Tomorrow = holiday officially over 😭

To everyone who’s been messaging — I’m not ignoring you. I’ve just spent the last three days in a digital lunatic asylum trying to automate the admin that’s been eating my brain for the past year. I think I’ve cracked one tiny bit of it… which is progress. Small applause please 😅

What most people don’t realise is that when you work in water all day, the only time you can do admin is when you’re dry — so usually outside work hours. There is zero glamour in this job. I love what I do — genuinely — but winter hydro is… fresh. My hands basically live in a permanent “frozen fish finger” state and once they’re wet, typing becomes Olympic-level chaos.

Most of my clients are fantastic — supportive, kind, respectful — and honestly, you keep me sane. Thank you 💛

But there is also a tiny sparkly subgroup who treat admin like an emergency service and seem to believe insurance paperwork launches straight out of my hoo-ha on demand. (It doesn’t. It never has. If it ever does, I’ll call NASA. 😆)

And just one tiny request — please don’t stand in the doorway at the end of your session with the door wide open to start a whole new conversation. I run a back-to-back clinic and I’m usually damp — so yes, my inner voice is calmly chanting:
“PLEASE CLOSE THE F***ING DOOR.”
Still smiling. Still polite. Mostly.

Part of why I’m doing all this automation is because last year was a bit of a slap-in-the-face reminder that life is short — Woody nearly died, he’s now 12, and I realised that washing my hair and eating a meal shouldn’t feel like luxuries. So 2026 is about working smarter — not harder — and protecting my sanity just a smidge.

And finally — here’s the video purely for your entertainment: me, in waders, scarf and gloves, doing the annual deep pool clean on Saturday in minus temperatures. At least someone can laugh at my life choices 😂❄️

See you soon — and thank God for the good ones 🐾
And yes — I am genuinely looking forward to seeing you all soon. Honest. 😉

🐾 HAPPY NEW YEAR from the House of Hydro Chaos 🐾Pic 1:Me — emotionally surviving 2025.Dogs thriving.Me: feral-but-functi...
31/12/2025

🐾 HAPPY NEW YEAR from the House of Hydro Chaos 🐾

Pic 1:
Me — emotionally surviving 2025.
Dogs thriving.
Me: feral-but-functioning & fuelled largely by sarcasm.
This year featured such highlights as:
• running a hydro centre without a treadmill for three months (10/10 do not recommend)
• Woody’s aspiration pneumonia “let’s terrify Jess” saga — he is thankfully still here, clingy as ever and utterly adored 💜
• and the general feeling of life saying:
“Here — hold my beer.”
So if I’ve seemed
frazzled / unavailable / mildly unhinged…
this is why 😅

Pic 2:
Me — “preparing” for something coming in 2026…
with a very confused greyhound standing in for… well…
you’ll see 👀
Let’s just say:
it involves learning
growth
fear
bravery
and me questioning my life choices on a daily basis.
Those of you who already know… 🤫🤫🤫
NO SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS.
Let the rest enjoy the suspense and my slow descent into stylish madness.

It’s been a turbulent year — full of stress, lessons, tears, laughter and a LOT of dogs who make it all worth it.
So here’s to:
🐕 wagging tails
💦 happy swims
🧠 new adventures
🍷 survival-via-wine
💜 and kindness — always
HAPPY NEW YEAR — and thank you, truly, for being part of this weird & wonderful journey.
Hold my wine.
2026 is about to get interesting 🍷✨

Jessica, Misty and Woody xx

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