Well, they are not woolly mammoths, really. And it’s not hunting as such. But somehow: ‘rare Highland breed of cattle watching’ doesn’t sound that impressive. Let’s use poetic licence and modify facts for a better effect. They are big. They are woolly. They smell strongly of something that could potentially be prey.
I’m proud of my girl. Every day she’s learning how to be a dog. I’m helping, but not much, she has it in her, all she needs is the opportunity to experience life. To sniff, to run, to chase, to get dirty, to cuddle, to be left in peace. She’s doing well, she’s happy, she’s smart, she’s beautiful – we’re in love with our perfect dog.
retreating to the safety of mummy and daddy
Lily didn’t deserve what happened to her. She was born in prison, rescued form a hoarder only to be put in an overcrowded shelter and suffer constant fear than numbed and almost killed her. There are millions of dogs like her, most will die with no chance to taste life.
I love my rescues, they are special, perfect and priceless. I hope that one day it will be fashionable to be socially responsible.That we will all see that the disposable culture and consumerism is just a poor substitute for happiness. That having a purpose will replace having objects.