I wasn’t a dog person until he came along, attached to a new boyfriend. But by the time the relationship ended, I couldn’t bear to be parted from this tornado of black fur
When I first met Brutus, I wanted nothing to do with him.
He clambered into my car in a tornado of black fur, pointy ears and scraggly beard, then looked up at me with saucer eyes, threatening to unleash drool all over my passenger seat. All I could think was: “This is going to be annoying.”
