Getting a dog was the children’s idea – provided I looked after it. Now, my live-at-home kids still adore our pets, but on exactly the same condition
Ten years ago, I gave in to the children’s pleas and promises and acquired a small dog. I’d never been a dog lover and hadn’t owned one before, but the vet assured me that a border terrier was a safe bet. We called her Maisy and the children loved her very much, but never took her for walks or fed her or picked up after her. Of course not.
Now the kids are grown, Maisy is still going strong, and they still don’t look after her. But the creature I got for the sake of the children is now the smallest member of a pack of hounds that mill around my feet like boisterous shadows and take up hours of my day.