Meet Suzie, the latest addition to our clan. She’s a shih tzu with a wonky face (we suspect as a result of over-breeding) who insists on sitting on your knee whenever you sit down and snores like a hog.
We sort of adopted Suzie a month ago. We’d been talking about getting a dog for a while when John’s sister asked if we would take their off their hands. And how could we refuse a face like that?
And she’s settled in really well. She loves Donald and he loves that he has another creature that’s willing to groom him on a regular basis. Enid views her with contempt, but she views everything with contempt to this is the staus quo where she’s concerned. We’re getting regular, daily exercise, which can’t be bad, and she keeps John company at work all day.
The only real downside is the fact that I’m having to handle meat for the first time in years. It stinks and makes me baulk every time I feed her; the things you do for love eh?