Getting a couple of Rich Tea biscuits out of the packet, they weren’t for dunking in my tea.
As I had a very special furry friend waiting for their snack in anticipation.
‘Good morning, Rosy Posey,’ I’d sing out into the field.
And then, running alongside our four dogs, she appeared with her face aglow.
Giving Seacreed, our Collie cross, a boot up the bum, the dogs would all run around her, playing with
