1 dog at the moment, called Pixie. She is a Staffordshire Bull Terrier and Jack Russell mix.

She used to belong to a very nasty neighbour who was so high on drugs couldn't look after herself, therefore she wanted someone to take on Pixie (she was called Patch at the time). From that moment the little thing got attatched to me and my klingons, so when the 2 week trial period came round, the dog did not want to go back to her old owner, and had already taken to following me everywhere.

After a brief two hours back with the nasty neighbour, the said neighbour dumped her back with me. So after 2 years I still have this white dog with the brown patch on her left eye, and a look very much like the HMV dog at the gramophone - I will get a picture one day.

Now 4 years old, and a more fitting name - Pixie, she is still as daft as a brush, no longer shakes and hides when you say no or get out a hairbrush, and her general physique is healthy. When I first got her the only things she was eating was dinner scraps. Her bowl had dried noodles in it.

After growing up with a Border collie/labrador/springer spaniel cross Pixie is the most docile of creatures going, and dare I say a little bit dim, but she makes up for her lack of intelligence with plenty of affection. Shes my little white shadow, and I wouldn't trade her in for anything.


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