People ask me sometimes why I write about Buddy. Why not a braver dog, they say. A bigger one. A rescue with a dramatic backstory. Why a beagle who steals socks and barks at the postman and occasionally eats things that are not food? And I always think: but that’s exactly why. Buddy is not…
There is a sock missing in this house. Not a pair of socks. One single sock. Its partner sits in the drawer, alone and confused, waiting for a reunion that may never come. Buddy knows where it is. Buddy will not say. This is one of his signature moves — what I’ve come to call…
Let me set the scene. It’s a Tuesday morning. I’m sitting at my desk with a coffee, feeling very productive, very peaceful, very much like a person who has their life together. Then the letterbox opens. What follows can only be described as a full military response from a creature who weighs eleven kilograms and…