Dear Pigglywiggly,

Dear Ruby,

For as long as I can remember, I always wanted a dog of my own. Growing up, everyone was always out of the house all day, so it was never practical. I’m glad we waited, or we’d never have found you.

When I was 16, my parents finally caved in. Dad was retired and so was at home most of the time; I was almost done with school and it was perfect timing.

We looked at a couple of litters, and though I wanted to take home ever puppy I saw, it wasn’t until I walked in to your then-home that I knew I’d found the right one.

A bright orange, fat bundle of fluff and energy. You were on a trampoline with your brother when I arrived, then you bit me and stole my shoelace. It was love at first sight.

I took you home and discovered your inability to run in a straight line, your love of puddles, your willingness to wear anything I dressed you up in, your very specific dislike of small, white dogs, and your boundless, unlimited love.

We’re five years down the line and you’ve turned my world upside down. Whenever I come through the door, whether I’ve been gone for a month or just out to fetch the milk, you greet me as if you’re about to burst with happiness.

You’re the most over-intelligent, ridiculous, noisy, infuriating, untidy animal in the world, but I love you with all my heart. You’re everything I could ever have wished for, and my best friend.

Love,
Mom.


Comments

  1. Louisa says:

    Oh she’s gorgeous! I’m so fed up of staffs getting a bad press, they’re the single best dogs in the world, so caring.

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