“You will look after my Pixie-Wu, won’t you?”
Great Aunt Devina was off on vacation and I was the unlucky great-niece chosen to look after her precious lapdog since she knew I was training as a vet.
Pixie-Wu was spoiled rotten and overweight. He hated having no treats and tiny meals, being trained to walk to heel and not to snap.
On the other hand, he loved the ever-longer walks, playing with other dogs and getting muddy jumping in the river.
I don’t think great Aunt Devina ever forgave me – she only left me one thing in her will.
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