You may recall that back in May we took in a dog called Tommy. Well, I came to call him Tom, because that sounded more manly when calling him in the street.
Anyway, the thing with Tom is that he was a total nightmare. Without an enclosed back yard, we had to tie him up whenever he wasn't inside the house. He hated this, and would howl, especially when he saw us in the kitchen.
We got a new dog - Tommy - from the Carryduff USPCA a few weeks ago. I'm tempted to say the last Friday in May (29th?), but I'm hazy on the details. Time has kind of flown in.
About four years ago, we rehomed our Labrador, Cindy after we realised that we couldn't give her the time and attention she needed. At the time, we had three very young children, Lisa didn't want the dog in the house for hygiene reasons and we sadly made the decision to part company with her.
The family dog, Lassie, died yesterday. Lassie was a border collie that my father and I had brought back from a house he was doing some work in. She'd been in the family for years, like since I was back in secondary school.
Before my father got taken into hospital, he'd remarked on how the dog's health was deteriorating. She had no energy anymore, and had started a disturbing habit of collapsing when walking through fields.
