‘She started small – munching on our shoes...’ Arriving home one day in September 2014, I let out a horrified gasp. The place had been ransacked. Boots, clothes and food strewn across the floor, cushions slashed, with their stuffing spilling out.
We’d been burgled!
‘What kind of sicko..?’ I muttered, reaching for the phone to call my husband Stu, 48.
Then I saw her - our 2-month-old labradoodle.
Sitting on top of the kitchen counter, she stared with guilty puppy-dog eyes.
‘Cookie!’ I exclaimed. ‘What have you done?!’
I should have known she was the culprit. It wasn’t the first time, after all...
We’d got Cookie’s mum, Custard, when she was also a pup.
When Custard gave birth to a litter of 10 and we met Cookie, our kids, Devon,…
