Pull your socks up!

Confession!
I took this photo of a photo this morning
This is Holly.
We got her, when she was two years old, along with her mother Amber, and she lived to be thirteen.
She was a pretty crazy dog, but lovely
She loved to sit on people’s knees
She stole Mars bars and soap, among other things, to eat
She loved to sit in cars for hours on end
We took Holly and Amber on a ferry from Ullapool to Stornaway and they were really well behaved.
When her mother died, she never really got over it. She just lost her spark.
She was a great dog
In a way, our boxers were like “marmite” dogs.
People either crossed the road to see them, or crossed the road to avoid them!!