The Dogs in my life – 2


I’d come home from primary school, I was about 7-8 and there he was, waiting with his lead in his mouth, it was only years later that I learned that Skipper hadn’t taken it out of the kitchen drawer himself and that it had been provided by my mum, “He’s been waiting for you,” my mother said and I liked to believe that was true. Continue reading “The Dogs in my life – 2”