The Small Dog has a Bad Week…

“Help! Ambulance!” Not a good way to start your week, but last Monday, it was panic stations. My two legs went wonky and, stood all hairless in the tub, she couldn’t breathe. The next few minutes, I was going spare, I can tell you… with her gasping, the ball guy phoning, and me trying toContinue reading “The Small Dog has a Bad Week…”