I’m quite convinced my husband and I have the smallest dog in the universe. Here’s the story of how we unintentionally acquired him.
It was the day after boxing day and my cousin Kim, who is quite genuinely one of the most fascinating/hilarious/brilliant human beings in the aforementioned universe, was driving to Dublin to drop off her son with his father.
She invited Steve and I along for the drive and we said yes. It was going to be an early start, and we were both quite tired from all the festivities of the past few days, but it sounded like a fun mini adventure.
Kim said she’d pick us up at six.
At half-seven, when she still hadn’t arrived, Steve went to bed.
I stayed up, knowing she’d show up eventually – this was classic Kim.
And lo, another two hours later, a car appeared in the street. I stepped out of my house at the same time Kim opened her car door and placed four tiny paws on the footpath in front of me.
“This is Beans,” she said, “He’s coming too.” Continue reading