Emily and her current favourite toy. Note its missing nose. Emily really hates being the only dog in the house. We had hoped she would have become used to it by now, following Ygraine's death, but that hasn't happened despite extra cuddles and heaps of new toys. She was starting to worry us. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her physical health but she is depressed. All her life, she's been around other dogs. So Richard suggested we look around for a rescue dog. A brief internet search produced a whole army of Staffordshire Terriers, Bulldogs, Mastiffs and similar dogs needing homes, but neither of us like them. We wanted a small, lively, good-natured dog who would get along well with Emily, plus our cat Jazzy and the chickens. So Richard and I, and Emily, travelled to the animals sanctuary. I had spoken to a young woman there via telephone earlier, and she met us in person as soon as we arrived. She asked if we had young children (no) or planned any (