The pet I’ll never forget: Verity, the kleptomaniac pug who stole my heart
Teddies, hats, sourdough and jam doughnuts vanished mysteriously, without trace. She could snuffle a bowl of quinoa in the time it took me to change a nappy I had arrogantly assumed that, as a vet, I knew everything there was to know about dogs. Verity proved otherwise. In 2017 I stopped working to raise my…