A whole year without you buddy. I am still adamant that the main reason Greg married me was so that he could have a dog. The weekend we came back off our honeymoon I woke up early and Greg was already dressed, ready to go to the rescue centers.
The deal was if we got married, he could get a dog. Of course, me being me I went past the sign and found this quiet dog with a pink nose and the biggest ears looking at me. And fun he was, not all the time though. He was also naughty and stupid and frustrating.
Dyson had been subject to a lot of abuse, but he still loved every single person who showed him any attention. Even when you tried not to give him attention, he won you around. He was loved by everyone who met him. I always found it incredible how much love and trust he had in humans despite his past. His past stayed with him though. He was scared of bubble gum, cans opening, guitars, puppets, people in fancy dress, loud engines, whistles and being left alone.
Not long after we brought him home, he destroyed our house on several occasions by ripping up the carpets and anything else in sight when we went out without him.
We soon got him a dog walker who he adored. Chris would send us photos of Dy out with his doggy friends enjoying walks in the Peaks. Dy was always the one stood by himself facing the wrong way whilst everyone else was playing or be peeing against a tree gazing into a fence. He had his cheek bone replaced by a steel plate and his weight stayed at a constant 23kg, he was a good boy. Instead of taking him to West Yorkshire he would go on weekend visits to the North East where he paddled in the sea, ate ice creams, fish and chips and parmos.
