Darling Jill, It has now been 2 months since you left Friendicoes and went to your new home. I will admit that when I learnt you finally got adopted, I shed a silent tear. Seeing you tied inside the shelter, … Continue reading →
A skin infection. That’s what her erstwhile owners said on the phone before coming to abandon her at the shelter. When we saw her we were gob smacked. A skin infection?! There was not a hair on the bulldog’s squat … Continue reading →
In poetic literature, Zephyr refers to a soft, gentle breeze. The dog in front of me however is more of a whirlwind – in the past five minutes alone, he has jumped on the bed, knocked over a glass of … Continue reading →
