i was the youngest of 3 and we grew up with dogs. My parents said it would teach us responsibility and respect for animals. We had a collie called prince, he was 6 months older than me. After him a lab/pringer cross called Jet. With the responsibility passed to me I fed, walked and attended training classes with him. He was a pleasure a quick learner always did extremely well in local competitions.
From then on I helped friends with dogs and fostered different breeds. Having a family and working didn't leave me the time to commit fully to a dogs needs and I'd already made my mind up when I left home the breed my next dog would be.
For years my heart was set on a Bull Terrier. I'd researched the breed and knew a 'bullie' was going to take real time and commitment.
What really surprised me, was the realisation of such high numbers of Bull Terriers in rescue. By now social media had taken hold and dogs were being offered to 'good homes for free' by owners unaware of the dangers they were putting their dogs in. Well aware that 'dog fighting' wasn't just a thing of the past and still very much a reality, you can imagine my horror seeing a Bull Terrier on FB in my area. Just 18 months old, a bitch who hadn't had any real home all her life, just passed from home to home and clearly running out of offers.
I collected Bella the next day and the biggest challenge of my life began.
Bella had every issue in the book. Friendly and loving indoors but outdoors the list was endless. From basic walking on a lead - wanting to attack every dog in sight.
Despite being told a hundred times by friends that i wouldn't even last a month before giving up on her, i got to work on seeking help and advice, giving in wasn't an option....