She was fluffy, cute, and she’d filled the hole left in my heart. I’d adopted Zoe, my shih tzu, in 2002, after learning that me and hubby Tom couldn’t have a baby.
Devastating. But once Zoe came into our lives, the pain began to ease. I couldn’t have loved her more. I dressed her up in adorable doggy outfits. She truly was my baby.
New dog!
Unfortunately, Zoe acted more like a toddler.
She was loud and bossy. Walks were nightmares, with constant barking.
‘Nothing calms her down,’ I said to Tom, exasperated.
Then, when Zoe was 10, I had a brainwave. Maybe a playmate would help?
At an animal shelter, I fell in love with a schnauzer mix.
He looked so forlorn in his cage. I brought him home,…
