Sasha
This blog entry is years / months in the making... She came into my life, a fathers day gift. Collected from a "breeder" in Essex which was later realised to be a puppy mill. I remember when two puppy labradors were brought out, the guy was wearing a hoodie and she was trying to attack the cords that went through the hood part of it. When he put them onto the floor, she approached me. I found a twig or stick and threw it. She ran after it and brought it back to me. I was sold right there and then. She was to be named "Sasha". Born on April 1st, well that should be an easy date to remember. Having this amazing lady labrador which everybody loved. She was easily led astray by her friends, digging holes (the jack russell would always start and then she would join in seconds later). Fighting a tree, for a stick (technically still a branch). She was an amazing constant, through divorce, different roles in my career. She didn't care what I earned, or what I could g...