Travel With Bambi

Travel with Bambi Once I rescued a young dog it was in a bad shape I decided to keep it for a week then take it down to the dog rescue centre. After a week, after my slippers had been eaten, I did just that; explained the situation, travel a lot cannot keep a dog, I left. Home I worried if her new owners would treat her well, not tie her up in a back yard and feed her miserly scraps of bad food. A still voice said: “what nonsense you, haven’t gone anywhere for the last five years.” I did try to defend myself, “I might go on holiday…what then?”I drove back to the shelter, in utter panic, what if someone had picked up my dog? She was still there, and for the next fifteen years we went on holiday together.