Lifting a twenty five kilogram dog into our tiny bath deserved a medal at the very least, (and some dry clothes…).
Both Arnie and Bonnie come from animal shelters.
Arnie was handed in because his owner’s child had developed an allergy to him and could no longer keep him.
Bonnie had been on quite a journey from Ireland before we had the luck of finding her.
Both live with children, both get on (after a lot of bribery with sausages) with each other and both are utter sweethearts.
So please, whatever you do, give those rag-tag animals in shelters a try, they won’t ever disappoint you, I promise.
You will take the slobby ball and throw it. Again and again and again and again….
We have a Christmas hat for Bonnie but she’d much rather shred it than wear it…
I suppose I should be grateful that it’s not one of Evie’s fluffy toys but what a mess!