It was a beautiful summer day in July 2010. We had been living in Northern Ireland for around three month, and were crammed in to my farther in law’s house while we found a permanent place to live. Neil is about 18months old in this picture.
We had a big tent out in the garden, and had been out all afternoon enjoying the sunshine when this little puppy came running up the street and in to our garden. Neil and the puppy instantly became friends, they look so sweet together in this photo.
We gave the puppy some water and played with it for a little while. It had no collar on, we didn’t know if it was a stray or if it was lost, I planned to keep it in the garden and let Neil play with it until we could find who it belonged to. Unfortunately the puppy was very small, and after about half an hour of playing in the garden, it wriggled under our gate and ran away.
That was the last we saw of Neil’s little friend, I put the kids in the pram and took a walk around the village to see if I could find it, I didn’t like the idea of a small puppy running around on it’s own, but it was nowhere to be seen. I still sometimes wonder if the wee pet made it home safely, or where it went.