The dog now known as Dora found me on Straight Lane, just outside the village of Skelbrooke, 2 days before Christmas 2014. She was unchipped so I fostered her at home rather than leave her in kennels with an uncertain future. She settled in well and, despite a few arguments, was playing with both Rosie and Finn within a couple of weeks.
In case you haven’t guessed, I’ve called her Dora after Dora the Explorer – because she does. She’s always getting into things and, like a toddler, she explores with her mouth. Don’t leave anything lying around at Dora-height in our house unless you want it chewed! She’s what they call a character. Specifically, if she were a human, she’d be one of those country ladies as acted out by French and Saunders…
A Photo Gallery
Here’s Dora five weeks after moving in, doing what she does second best: chewing. Obviously, the thing she’s best at is exploring – which includes looking for things to chew.
Proof that Dora has settled in.
And that she has no qualms about stealing everyone else’s toys.