Every weekend, my boyfriend and I go dog walking at Sheffield Dog Rescue. The rubbish thing about living in rented accommodation means no pets (apart from Bruce, my gerbil) and I would really, really love a dog. This was today’s cheeky chappy - a lab-cross called Rory. He was genuinely the sweetest dog ever, so excited to be with us and pretty well trained for a rescue dog too. It makes my blood boil that earlier this week he was found as a stray. How could somebody not love that face?
