C.J. has a taste for trainer socks (hubby calls them "half a sock") and I've had to throw them all out and revert to normal socks because no matter how careful you are taking them to and from the washer you can guarentee one will escape and sit there saying "eat me".

We've not managed to have children of our own and this is our first dog so I've never known worry quite like I've experienced over the last 15 months!

I hope Bonnie bounces back ... big woofs from C.J. xx