Hi, Okay, so two and a half years ago, I made the decision to lock myself in my house and give up drugs and alcohol after 40 years of functional addiction.
The story starts in November 2023. I was offered a dog by a lady, which I took. Unfortunately, in December, my big sister took ill. I asked the lady if she would mind taking him back for a few days while I traveled to Devon. Sadly, my sister passed away. When I returned, I messaged the lady to say I was back, but she messaged me and said she had decided to keep the dog.
I was broken, physically and mentally. In February 2024, a friend asked if I still wanted a dog from someone in her local village. I was reluctant, but then I saw him. I said yes, and the gentleman turned up at my place with the dog and asked me to meet him. My heart sank. He opened the boot, and in the back corner there he was—in darkness, shaking in fear. I picked him up and placed him on my shoulder. The poor thing stunk of urine. Weirdly, he seemed to instantly calm down and cuddled into my neck. We instantly bonded. We were both lost.
I felt happy for my journey to end—until I found him. He is my best friend, my closest companion, and my soulmate. He has two rules: no kitchen and no coffee table—the rest is his home. I don’t ask him to sit, beg, or roll over for treats because I treat him like a human. He goes everywhere with me and is registered with my doctors; in this case, he truly is this man's best friend 🧡.
It’s strange how God and dog are two things that can truly help the mind and spirit and give you faith to carry on. And yes, Bugalugz is his name—it’s an old Yorkshire phrase, although nowadays the original spelling is suddenly deemed offensive in this modern world 🙄.
Thank you. Have a great day. Stay safe, stay kind.
