We've always had dogs since our marriage 55 years ago until our last two border terriers had to leave us over ten years ago.
About 5 years ago, Millie came bursting into our lives. A rescue mutt, probably less than a year old, she had been removed by a friend of my daughter in Stockport as the owner was a serial dog neglecter. No cruelty but indifference after the puppy stage with no walkies or affection.
She's a mongrel, a bit border terrier with sticky up ears and little short legs. She arrived within an hour of seizure for our appraisal, we weren't after another dog in our seventies but she sure worked her way into our hearts and she's now a real member of the family at about 6 years old. She's very intelligent and picks things up quickly. She came at no charge with a full complement of luggage, bed, blankets, bowls and leads. She got the cage training at first. Can't fault her now apart from wanting to bring the post in from the front door and an occasional wee upstairs.
She loves the car and we are lucky to have a 10 year old neighbour who is besotted with her and walks her to school and back every day with her dad. She gets on well with most other dogs on the school walk. Apart from food and treats, her main enjoyment is a morning wrestle on the bed with me and a game of carpet shinty in the lounge with a tennis ball and my walking stick. She will always bring the ball back to me and let me grab it resulting in a growly tug of war until one of us get it free.
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