While this post is mainly so I can unashamedly post cute pictures of my dog on the internet (sorry not sorry), it’s also about how important and helpful I think pets can be at making you be a better you.

I’d had the odd pet growing up, a few hamsters, a rabbit and a guinea pig, and I loved them don’t get me wrong – but I didn’t really begin to see the magic powers of animals until 2013. Myself and my family had just gone through the toughest thing we could have ever gone through, and by catching her at her weakest, my sister and I somehow managed to talk my mum into getting a dog. It all happened pretty fast, and it's a blur looking back on it, but pretty soon we ended up with a puppy and I instantly fell in love - this coming from someone who near enough had a panic attack if she saw a dog on the other side of the road.

We called him Ozzy, and he was, and still is, one of the best things to ever happen to me. He made us smile when we didn’t want to, laugh when we never thought we would again and generally started to bring happiness back into our lives. He became my little buddy when I was on my gap year and my mum and sister were both out – keeping me sane and safe without even knowing it.

He’s a doofus, a big, fluffy, bumbling, sheeplike doofus with an obsession with cheese, he’s destroyed my bras and ran off with more socks than I can be bothered to count, but without him, I don’t want to think how long it would have taken me to start to feel happy again.

If something can make you laugh and smile when you never feel like you’ll be happy again, then it’s good in my book. Dogs are amazing, and no one will convince me otherwise. Even at your worst, they’re always happy to see you, they don’t get sassy (that often) and they’ll always be there to grab onto and cuddle as they try to squirm away out of your grasp.

So here’s to my dog, thanks buddy, you’re fab.


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