None now as i could'nt put the time in, much as i'd love to. I've posted this once before but we have many new members now so bear with me please.
We always had dogs throughout my childhood. When i was 11 or 12 we got "Lucky", he was a little black Cocker spaniel & was a rescue dog, we guessed to be 4 or 5 years old & came with the name. Unintentionally he & i kind of adopted eachother. Hew slept on my bed every night (much to the disgust of our Red Setter & Irish Wheaten Terrier) ran alongside my bike without a lead when i did my paper round....etc etc. After i left home he just got old & tired to the point where Dad (retired Vet) had to put him to sleep. I'm guessing i was about 21/22 by then & drove down to the surgery. I put Lucky on the table & Dad gave him the jab. I stroked his head with one hand & the last thing he did was look at me & put his paw in my other hand.
I REALLY miss him.