A Tale of Two Besties
They were the best of friends, they were the worst of friends…
Last week, I introduced you to the happy never after of my old share house, where I lived with my school buddy and her Chihuahua, Chippy, his brother Pepi and Bobbin the cat (my two).
Second time round, it was the picture of domestic bliss, until we agreed that Pepi ought to have a new best friend.
Say hello to Maxi.
Maxi was rescued by the Save-a-Dog Scheme.
When I collected him from his foster home, he had been having fun beating up the other ten Chihuahuas the old lady was temporarily housing.
He was a mean little thing.
He wore his damage with such pride. Like a war veteran, returned.
You just knew he’d seen things that no Jack Russell-cross should ever see. But he’d survived, goddammit, by sheer force of his own iron will.
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