That face…

Ignore the slightly green face, and the fact that he rolled in cow dung only four hours after I picked him up from the groomers. But this little bear cub – as I call him – is going for a little op today, so he’ll be a little less dog later today. As a dog owner I feel it’s my responsibility to make sure that no unwanted puppies come into this world. While I’ve rescued two dogs in the past, I chose not to rescue a dog when I bought Hugo as a sixteen week old Westie. This is so I could train him myself as we had to re-home our last rescue because she couldn’t be alone; Hugo’s training has only been somewhat successful though!

Even though he doesn’t always come when called, eats boxes of tissues whenever he can, and rolls in cow muck on occasion, I still adore him! Today’s operation is a routine one, and shouldn’t take long but it’s still a risk, so until I get a call to say everything has gone well my heart will be in my throat.