I found this photo of my dog Billy. He died almost 2 years ago now! The funny story was that when I was born my dad wanted to call me Billy. Mum didn’t like it, Mum got her way, and the dog got the name!
Also, after chewing my parents’ wedding album to pieces my Dad took Billy by the scruff of the neck, slung him in the car and drove to the RSPCA to give him back – but turns out they’re closed on Wednesdays. So he went on to live with us for 17 years… Lucky dog!
Billy Buckland – you are sorely missed!