This was almost our new dog. A big beautiful bouncing eight month
old Golden Labrador. We were ready to welcome him into our home but
unfortunately Toffee wasn't. From the first over enthusiastic woof, Toffee
was fearful of the new arrival and retreated upstairs. With every
subsequent woof, and there were plenty of them as our new boy was
missing home, Toffee become more and more nervous, glancing over
his shoulder at every sound. We could have forgiven the broken sleep,
the 'accidents' on the kitchen floor, but the sight of our poor puss
skulking around upstairs in fear meant I had to phone the Lab's owner
and ask if they would take him back. I was ready to beg, to sob, but
luckily she agreed. And as we handed him back, she revealed that they
have decided not to sell him after all but to erect a radio-controlled
fence to prevent him from straying and her sons have promised to pay
more attention to him. So fortunately it was a tale with a happy ending.