Where have all the good dogs gone?

Yesterday I had the pleasure of working with Tim a 7 year old Golden Retriever who was originally from Sweden.

Now I shouldn’t have favourites but Tim is just one of those dogs, he grabs your heart and runs away with it. Every time I look at that dog I smile. He actually reminds me of my very first family dog Gem.

Gem was a Border Collie who lived to be thirteen, I was ten years old when we lost him. He was an amazing family dog. He put up with anything that was thrown his way and never showed the slightest hint of aggression.

He was always off lead everywhere we went and never ran off. We actually managed to forget him on a couple of occasions, just because he always was by your side and you never really had to consider him. Don’t worry we always realised!