when our own dog died, we couldnt get another one...not yet. when Bob was with us, we would offer to take our friends dogs on walks with us, or staying over at ours. When Bob left, things were hard, but we continued to walk other peoples dogs and dogsit.

I recently left the rat-race in Edinburgh and broke free to the peacefulness of the Scottish Borders. We moved to a larger house with a larger garden...still not quite ready to get our own dog yet, but would welcome any furry visitors to stay or join us on our dog walks.

As we enjoy doing this, we decided to turn it into my full time job.