Lily and Ardbeg are my dogs. My life revolves around them, I think about them, talk about them and write about them. They are rescue dogs, both with a bad past and a great future.
Ardbeg had been abused by his previous owners. He had been beaten and kicked, his tail is broken, he bears multiple scars, three of which have a special significance to me. He’s always been terrified by loud, banging noises, fireworks and thunder. It’s only recently that I’ve found out he has three air gun pellets in his little body. It’s made me understand his fears better and his three scars are a reminder he needs my care, my calmness and my compensation for all he’d suffered.
Lily spent the first year of her life in one room with other dogs. She didn’t know there was a world outside. She was then taken to an overcrowded…
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