Platinum, Teddy and Olive. Whenever their owner takes just one of them to the car, they know immediately that they are going to the vet's. Photo: Anne Chua
Walking to the supermarket the other morning, I spotted a large dog trotting down the path with her mum. Taking in the generous barrel body, little ears, gleaming short coat and huge happy smile, I thought to myself what a nice dog it was.
As if by magic, the dog’s ears pricked up. Ignoring the people around us, she made a beeline for me. Two seconds later I’m rubbing her ears and she’s dancing on her toes, introducing herself. As I don’t speak Canine, her mum told me this was Skye.
