I would see them during lockdown. Little packs, nattering, bonding, sometimes even whooping with laughter. I used to think 'what a bunch of sad weirdos.' These were dog owners naturally converging in a country park.
Then my lad did something quite smart. He and his wife became part-time foster parents to a cockerpoo called Honey. She stays over with him for a day or two then goes back to her owners.
I became aware that my mood lifted when I saw her. Yet I had never owned a dog. Join our WhatsApp Top Stories and Breaking News group by clicking this link There was a short-lived pooch craving as a ten-year-old which was crushed by a classic white lie from my parents.
They promised to buy my sister and I a labrador. Then in a matter-of-fact way they told us we couldn't have one as the bitch of a friend wasn't pregnant after all.
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