Sitting at the dinner table for Sunday lunch, I gazed down at the veggies. I was 14, and veggies were not my favourite.
Diving into the Yorkshire puddings, I avoided eating Mum’s mashed swede.
And, she’d spotted…
‘It’s good for you,’ my mum, Donna, now 45, said sternly.
‘Someone needs to eat it!’
She looked at me and then to my sister, Sophie.
And I knew just who would…
Our Jack Russell, Sally, sat at my ankles eagerly.
‘Shhh!’ I whispered, sneaking her my swede when Mum looked the other way.
I grinned at my dad, Andy, now 43, across the table.
Sally wasn’t fussy, she loved veggies just as much as meat.
She’d nosh broccoli, carrots and even spuds.
Mopping up leftovers was Sally’s skill.
After every meal, she’d…