
about 3 1/2 months ago, I had to have my 15 year old dog, Pepper, put down - probably one of the worst experiences of my life, aside from my 16 year old cat being put down in '96 - my parents got her a few months before I was born.
I said I wouldn't get another, but a few weeks ago, I visited a re-homing centre just to have a look, and yesterday, after interviews and sessions over the two weeks, I brought home another dog.
This morning I went downstairs only to find Benji sitting on the kitchen table, wagging his tail. Utterly mad, he is.
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Mon 2 Nov 2009, 16:26,
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I said I wouldn't get another, but a few weeks ago, I visited a re-homing centre just to have a look, and yesterday, after interviews and sessions over the two weeks, I brought home another dog.
This morning I went downstairs only to find Benji sitting on the kitchen table, wagging his tail. Utterly mad, he is.