Puppy blues

OH, what a good boy. Look at that handsome face. What’s his name?” “It’s, er, Woofles,” Jane said. “Come on then, you – I’m sure the lady’s busy.” “Oh, don’t mind about me, I’m in no rush,” the woman

Carol was not what you would call a dog person. It wasn’t that she actively disliked the creatures – she just didn’t see the point in having one in the house. All the hassle, the hair everywhere, and

Nicola reached into her boot and took out a large white crate before yanking it shut. Ever since her mum’s washing machine had broken and hadn’t been possible to repair, Nicola had collected her washi

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

BACK in my day, they called it misbehaving!” Linda, my glamorous mother-in-law, quips, her blonde highlighted bobbed hair bouncing. I chew on the side of my cheek to stop the words inside me from esca

I didn’t know I’d left my poor pooch with a monster