Those who know me, know also of the dog-shaped hole in my heart. I grew up with a dog (Jackson, RIP. currently on the fast track list to Sainthood) and would love a furry friend of my own to nurture and love. Unfortunately, 55% of my DNA make-up is sensible, and vetoes this idea as both silly and selfish. I must wait patiently for my puppy.
This is where my lucky streak kicks in. Every now and then I have the privilege of dogsitting a divine Norfolk terrier by the name of Rolly - a mutually beneficial relationship - his owner gets a weekend away and I get a much needed hit of puppy love. Everyone's a winner!
This is where my lucky streak kicks in. Every now and then I have the privilege of dogsitting a divine Norfolk terrier by the name of Rolly - a mutually beneficial relationship - his owner gets a weekend away and I get a much needed hit of puppy love. Everyone's a winner!
A most wonderful weekend of long leisurely walks and general canine adoration.
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