Great, personal, blog and a happy ending
Well, I didn’t opt for a cat. I opted for two gorgeous rescue dogs instead. A terrier-cross, called Jake, and a little black cavapoo who we named Holly.
We adopted Jake from a fantastic rescue centre in Derbyshire called Ashbourne Animal Ark. He had apparently been used for hunting rabbits and was cruelly kicked out and abandoned once his working days were over. The Ark said he’d been living at the rescue centre for a few months and had been overlooked several times because people didn’t seem to want a ‘normal beige dog.’ Luckily, I did.
Upon bringing Jake home, my husband and I realised that because neither of us had owned a dog before, we actually had no idea what to do with him. Would he make his own dinner? Should we designate him a list of household chores? Where would he sleep? Despite an initial panic where all three of…
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