labradoodle with a little wet nose and such big paws that whenever I took her out people would stop to pet her and say, ‘Wow – she’s going to be BIG!’ I didn’t know what they meant.
I’d never had a dog before. If I had, and I’d realised she would grow to 4ft long and weigh more than 3st, I’d never have started carrying her up escalators or let her sleep next to me in bed.
I was equally unprepared for how madly in love with her I’d become.Stringerbelle (yes, we named her after the drug dealer in The Wire) was an embarrassingly overindulged pooch.
I couldn’t help it. I frittered my wages on buying her a little slide for the garden, a ball pool, a hand-knitted cobalt-blue dog basket, endless toys for dogs of high intelligence, ‘She’s.
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